Itâs two below out in Buffalo
And in my warmest winter coat I still canât stand the cold
Give me the strength to suffer the season
With the hope that I might find a reason
Got off the last bus, smoked a cigarette
And when I get on the next one
I donât know where Iâm going yet
I said goodbye to Harlan, I said goodbye to Katie Belle
You know the stories that I told her
They ainât the kind an honest man would tell
Chorus: Now I donât get much sleep
And I sure could stand to eat
And the only ties that bind me are bound
To a cold stone road that rolls it rolls
Where no one knows
A few kids down at the station are just hanginâ around
I so get out my guitar and I lay a few songs down
Maybe Iâll go to New York City down to the subway to play
It must be warmer down there than it is outside today
I know I told Katy Iâd look for a real job
But I ainât the kind to be bossed and I ainât the kind to be bought
I let go of all my angels I told them to go on and fly
I let go of all my angels, thought I would be all right alone for a while
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