Itasca

I'm so cold, baby

I need your arms tonight

And I'm hopin', baby

That we won't have to wait

This weather too long

The snow, it ain't ceasing

And the ice, it just won't break

And I don't know, baby

Just how much more I can take

Poor Sammy didn't make it

I put him in the shed

And if I stay it won't be long

'Till I'm just as dead

So I'm packin' the last

Of my belongings

And setting out tonight

And if there's a God above us

I'll be left to see the light

The devil loves the winter

It's comfort's like a thorn

I've got news for all you sinners

I found out that hell ain't warm

It's right here in Itasca

In the middle of the woods

And believe me when I say that

If I could be anywhere else

In this world I would

But the cards have long been shuffled

The glass has run out of sand

And I'm sorry my sweet lady

I was dealt a dead man's hand

So I'm writing this here letter

'Cause I won't be there to sing

Sell everything in my name

And buy yourself that diamond ring