Lyrics:
Iron Wine Cold Town

get the telephone, it wouldn't be for me Spring feels so far away when you're unforgiven Now that Jenny's away it's a cold town to live in Evening

get the telephone, it wouldn't be for me Spring feels so far away when you're unforgiven Now that Jenny's away it's a cold town to live in Evening

get the telephone, it wouldn't be for me Spring feels so far away when you're unforgiven Now that Jenny's away it's a cold town to live in Evening

these days, and it won't be long (Yeah, yeah, deck) I'm from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up Walk with the iron

judge teetered in a John boat The town had gathered 'round the soldier boy, carried home (Carried home, carried home) The broken window and the pretty blue sky And cold

yeah, yeah, Deck) [Inspectah Deck] I'm from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up, walk with the iron

nigga said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame the iron

nigga said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame the iron

: how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs