Cold Love Blues

I woke up this morning in a driving snow, found it time to get up my get up and go - If you really want things done right, make a plan in the dead of night - Cold clouds come to cover the soul, a man gets things done as he learns how to grow - I heard a long, lonesome whistle blow, so I packed a bag... not knowing which way to go - Old dogs take time on the trail, sniffing up scents of low flying quail - A good love is hard to find, a true loving woman... well, she's one-of-a-kind - I'd gladly lose my worried mind just to save my cold heart, if only I knew how and where to start - But, I don't have it all together, so I'll keep moving on searching for some warm weather - I carry an old candle to light the way, a little warmth just for today - This cold's been a long time coming... sometimes love just goes wrong; the clouds may hang around, but, when the sun comes, these blues will be a long time gone -