Mark Erelli - These cold fingers

Gina left town with the ^Emfirst snow of the year He ^Fdrove her to the airport in his ^DmFord ^G He ^Ctried to propose as he ^Emordered one more beer The ^FP.A. drowned his words and it was ^Dmtime for her to ^Gboard

So he ^Cwalked her to the gate, he took his ^Emhat off as he kissed her He needed ^Fone more drink to take the ^Dmchill out of his ^Gsoul He ^Csaid a quick good-bye, then spent two ^Emhours in the bar ^FFinally paid his tab and kept a^Dm dollar for the ^Gtoll

^FEverything ^Gslips through ^Cthese cold ^Amfingers ^GLike ^Ftrying to hold water, ^Gtrying to hold sand Close your ^Feyes and make a ^Gwish and ^Clisten to the ^Amsinger ^GOne more ^Fround bartender, pour a ^Gdouble if you ^Ccan ^G

It's ^Cfour O'clock and the ^Emsun's gone down the drain It's ^Fstill late Winter, but they ^Dmsay it's early ^GSpring ^CLewis reads the gas-pumps, ^EmRossi counts the oils But ^Fme, I'm done, so punch the clock and "^DmSee you in the ^Gmorning"

There's ^Cnothing back at home that ain't gone ^Emgreasy from the stove I ^Fnever laughed so hard as when that ^Dmold typewriter ^Gbroke ^CThink I'll stop along the River Road for a ^Emhalf-pint and some beer Well, ^Feverything would be okay if those old ^Dmdreams would dis^Gappear

^FEverything ^Gslips through ^Cthese cold ^Amfingers ^GLike ^Ftrying to hold water, ^Gtrying to hold sand Close your ^Feyes and make a ^Gwish and ^Clisten to the ^Amsinger ^GOne more ^Fround bartender, pour a ^Gdouble if you ^Ccan ^G

The ^Cdog can't move no more, surprised he ^Emm ade it till the Spring His ^Fpain won't go away and the ^Dmpills don't do a^G thing ^CYou've known that old hound longer than you've ^Emknown any of your friends And no ^Fmatter how you let him down, he'll always ^Dmtake you back a^Ggain

So it's ^Cone tall glass of whiskey, one last ^Emdrink for old-times sake The ^Fdog just lays in bed and watches ^Dmevery move you ^Gmake ^CWrap him in his blanket, hold him ^Emonce more close to you Lead him ^Fout behind the barn with a ^Dmborrowed twenty ^Gtwo

^FEverything ^Gslips through ^Cthese cold ^Amfingers ^GLike ^Ftrying to hold water, ^Gtrying to hold sand Close your ^Feyes and make a ^Gwish and ^Clisten to the ^Amsinger ^GOne more ^Fround bartender, pour a ^Gdouble if you ^Ccan ^G