well
it's awful cold outside
i'm cold at home tonight
walkin' up an' down by my poor self
god you know this just ain't right
gonna boil myself a tea bag
gonna boil myself a tea bag
and if you moze over my way
i will boil you off a tea bag
too
well i've come from oklahoma
where the dust and gravel blow
i've got gals with booseleg rotgut
but man i never did learn to know
just how to boil me off a tea bag
how to simmer up a tea bag
and if you'll ease over my way
i will boil you off a tea bag
too
i rode the trains and the busses
i rode the roads i rose the blinds
hit every kind of bag and satchel
i used every bait i could find
never did think about no tea bag
never did see no tea bag
but if you'll ooze over closer
yes
i'll boil you off a tea bag too
yes i will
i've used beer
and wine
and coffee
buttermilk
sodie
and rum
and i've rolled them every color
seen them go before they come
learnin' how to use a tea bag
how to dip a tea bag
if you'll sneak over my way
i'm gonna strain your little tea bag
too
yeah baby
that's a promise
learnin' how to dip my tea bag
how to soak up my tea bag
and i'm up north in new york city
singin' my lonesome tea bag blues