Written by: Kip Attaway
I dont think that Ill ever forget the winter of 72
It must have been the coldest year that I ever knew
I left my home in Dallas to head out for Idaho
Before I reached Colorado I hit three feet of snow
Chorus:
Singing Lord, let the wind blow you know Im so cold
Rock Springs to Cheyenne is a bad stretch Ive been told
2 oclock in the morning on Thanksgiving Day
Its a d*** good thing Im a God fearing man
Ive been forced to pray
Yeah its a d*** good thing Im a God fearing man
Ive been forced to pray
Theres a little dog riding by my side
And hes shivering just like me
And Lord Im kind of glad its dark outside
Cause there really aint nothing to see
I kinda wish I had a radio to take my mind off you
I got my hands on the wheel of something thats real
And my fingers are turning blue
Chorus
I learned a lesson in Denver and again in San Antone
Theres lies in California
And you know the truths in Mountain Home
How can you trust your brother,
When you cant even trust yourself
And your loves what keeps your woman
From being with somebody else
Chorus
I dont think that Ill ever forget the winter of 72
It must have been the coldest year that I ever knew
I left my home in Dallas to head out for Idaho
Before I reached Colorado I hit three feet of snow
Chorus:
Singing Lord, let the wind blow you know Im so cold
Rock Springs to Cheyenne is a bad stretch Ive been told
2 oclock in the morning on Thanksgiving Day
Its a d*** good thing Im a God fearing man
Ive been forced to pray
Yeah its a d*** good thing Im a God fearing man
Ive been forced to pray
Theres a little dog riding by my side
And hes shivering just like me
And Lord Im kind of glad its dark outside
Cause there really aint nothing to see
I kinda wish I had a radio to take my mind off you
I got my hands on the wheel of something thats real
And my fingers are turning blue
Chorus
I learned a lesson in Denver and again in San Antone
Theres lies in California
And you know the truths in Mountain Home
How can you trust your brother,
When you cant even trust yourself
And your loves what keeps your woman
From being with somebody else
Chorus