| I’ve been too long with my nose in a book
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| I hope you sing just as good as you look
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| Come on over baby, I got a song for you
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| A little jump of something I call
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| The wintertime blues
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| I wanna hear those mockingbird wings
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| I want gravy on everything
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| Lovin' in the kitchen
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| What have we got to lose
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| Just a nasty case of
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| These ol' wintertime blues
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| Cold as snot with a big frozen smile
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| Ain’t foolin' nobody after a while
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| Time to let the cat out
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| I’ve got a real short fuse
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| I’m just about to blow up
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| These ol' wintertime blues
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| There’s no spring
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| There was never any spring
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| Spring’s a long gone thing
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| There won’t ever be a spring no more
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| At least that’s the way it feels when your
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| Skin is cracked and peeled
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| And you’ve been livin' under
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| Sixty pounds of blanket
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| And the snow’s drifting up to your window
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| And you’re out of firewood
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| And the wolf is howling at your door
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| Three hours of day light
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| And all of them gray
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| The suicide prevention group has all run away
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| I’m running out of groceries
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| I ain’t got no rubber shoes
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| Bring the bacon baby
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| I got the wintertime blues
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| I could cut a hole in the floor
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| Catch you a fish by a quarter to four
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| But I’m stuck up this mountain
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| Where I got a bird’s eye view
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| Of couple more months of these
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| Ol' wintertime blues
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| And it’s a one, two
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| My lips are turning blue
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| Come on over baby
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| What have we got to lose
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| Just a nasty case of
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| These ol' wintertime blues
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| And it’s three, four
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| I’m stiff as Al Gore
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| Come on over baby
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| What have we got to lose
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| Just a nasty case of these ol'
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| Wintertime blues
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| Well, it’s the same old drill
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| For Punxsutawney Phil
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| If he sees his own shadow
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| I’m shootin' to kill
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| Come on over baby
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| I stand accused
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| There’s a man going crazy up here
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| With the wintertime blues |