"Get the dog away from the porch... 1, 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4"

Well it's near on five degrees

And I'm freezing in my sheets
What I wouldn't give for you next to me
It's near on five degrees

I gotta wear three pairs of jeans
What I wouldn't give for you next to me


And every time I close my eyes
Oh the things that I see, yeah that I see
Pretend the smoke gets in my eyes

People they gonna see me crying no

All this talk of getting sold is kinda boring

And I've got better place to be
"Like at the Public Bar!"
Just plug me in and turn it up

Bring the bottle and fill the cup
With something other than the truth


And every time I close my eyes
Oh the things that I see, yeah that I see
Pretend the smoke gets in my eyes

People they gonna see me crying no

Well it's near on five degrees

And I'm freezing in my sheets
What I wouldn't give for you next to me
It's near on five degrees

I gotta wear three pairs of jeans
What I wouldn't give for you next to me


Oh my darlin'
Near on five degrees
And I'm freezing in my sheets

'round five degrees
And I'm freezing in my, oh oh in my head