wintertime blues
hiatt, john
i've been too long with my nose in a book
i hope you sing just as good as you look
a little jump of something i call
i wanna hear those mockingbird wings
i want gravy on everything
these ol' wintertime blues
cold as snot with a big frozen smile
ain't foolin' nobody after a while
i've got a real short fuse
i'm just about to blow up
these ol' wintertime blues
there was never any spring
spring's a long gone thing
there won't ever be a spring no more
at least that's the way it feels when your
skin is cracked and peeled
and you've been livin' under
and the snow's drifting up to your window
and you're out of firewood
and the wolf is howling at your door
the suicide prevention group has all run away
i'm running out of groceries
i ain't got no rubber shoes
i got the wintertime blues
i could cut a hole in the floor
catch you a fish by a quarter to four
but i'm stuck up this mountain
where i got a bird's eye view
of couple more months of these
these ol' wintertime blues
just a nasty case of these ol'
if he sees his own shadow
there's a man going crazy up here
with the wintertime blues