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These Cold Fingers Lyrics


Bill Morrissey These Cold Fingers




Gina left town
With the first snow of the year
He drove her to the airport, in his Ford
And he tried to propose
As he ordered one more beer
But the PA drowned his words, and it was time for her to go

So he walked her to the gate
He took his hat off as he kissed her
He needed one more drink, to take the chill out of his soul
He said a quick goodbye
Then spent two hours in the bar
Finally paid his tab, and kept a dollar for the toll

Everything slips through these cold fingers
Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand
Close your eyes and make a wish
And listen to the singer
One more round, bartender, pour a double if you can

It's four o'clock
And the sun's gone down the drain
It's still late winter, but they say it's early spring
Louis reads the gas pumps
Rossie counts the oils
But me I'm done, so punch the clock, and see you in the morning

There's nothing back at home
That ain't gone greasy from the stove
I never laughed so hard as when that typewriter broke
Think I'll stop along the river road
For a half pint and some beer
Well everything would be okay, if those old dreams would disappear

Everything slips through these cold fingers
Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand
Close your eyes and make a wish
And listen to the singer
One more round, bartender, pour a double if you can

The dog can't move no more
Surprised he made it til the spring
His pain won't go away, and the pills don't do a thing
You've known that old hound longer
Than you've known any of your friends
And no matter how you let him down, he'd always take you back again

So it's one tall glass of whiskey
One last drink for old time's sake
The dog just lays in bed, and watches every move you make
You wrap him in his blanket
Hold him once more close to you
And lead him out behind the barn, with a borrowed twenty-two

Everything slips through these cold fingers
Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand
Close your eyes and make a wish
And listen to the singer
One more round, bartender, pour a double if you can



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