The winds are howling on the ridge tonight,
long to see such a beautiful sight.
Drink a little something that will get you feeling right,
by the railings froze.
Take a little trip down a long back road,
come to a cabin with
a one-gun door,
smoke rollin' out that old wood stove,
lit by a candlelight.
Gonna see
my darlin' on the very first snow,
sit around and talk about what we know,
sippin' on whiskey
and a cup of joe,
get higher than the national debt.
What if the floor's creaking beneath
my bed,
all the blood is runnin' to my head,
thinkin' about what my mama said,
I'm tryin'
to forget.
Something about a snowfall that makes me smile,
a pipe dream makes it all worthwhile,
hope
my truck makes the extra mile up that ridgeline road.
I could be huntin' and I could be trappin',
I could be fishin' and I should be nappin',
instead I find myself mappin' my way back home to you.
Gonna see my darlin' on the very first snow,
sit around and talk about what we know,
sippin'
on whiskey and a cup of joe,
get higher than the national debt.
What if the floor's creaking beneath my bed,
all the blood is runnin' to my head,
thinkin'
about what my mama said, I'm tryin' to forget.
Woke up from my * dream,
something's wet so it seems,
something about lovin' and nicotine
that will make your thoughts go wild.
Get up,
shower,
comb my hair,
go to work in despair,
damn sand man did me wrong when I went to sleep.
Get up,
shower,
comb my hair,
go to work in despair,
damn sand man did me wrong when I went to sleep.