THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW - Hank Williams Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr. Writer: Lorene Rose 3/4 time:|1 |1 |1 |1 |4 |4 |4 |5 |5 |5 |
my first bottle of wine. Yes every fifteen minutes, I can drink another bottle down and get fifteen minutes closer to that cold,cold ground, to that cold cold
a car strike down a little girl and hear her painful scream This is one disgrace that you'll never live down For ever once in awhile you'll hear someone
curly hair He took her from me and Salt Lake City [ ac.guitar ] Night has come day is done but there's no job to be found in Salt Lake City Room's cold
as cold as the clay. "I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.", These words he did say as I boldly stepped by. "Come sit down beside me and hear
Well I pulled out of Georgia with a ten ton load I'm headin' down the cold stone that black topper road Looked out the window at the sky up above Sat
kisses and say it's alright You know I still love you Bob Then she says honey I know you've tried so hard and you're givin' all you can give But in my heart
listen to the jingle The rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of her engine Hear
five or six years And everything seems to be gettin' just a little old Well that's still not much reason to betray this true woman And leave her out in the cold
then The warmth of a neon when a cold storm is movin in Listen to the opry in a small cafe When we stop to get a bite along the way Whenever I hear the
religion, We'll be drinkin' and dancin' at the church of Hank Williams, yeah. The Lord loves the drinkin' man. He sends honky-tonk angels to the Promised Land, I hear
wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about A gal like my first ex wife You Moan The Blues for me and for you Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life The Cold, Cold Heart
will I'm gonna tell About a gang of fellers from down at Nashville First I'll start with old Red Foley doin' the 'Chattanooga shoe' We can't forget Hank Williams
so far apart Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart? Another love, before my time, made your heart sad an' blue, and so my heart
drift apart Why can't I free your doubtful mind And melt your cold, cold heart? Why can't I free your doubtful mind And melt your cold, cold heart?
wrote Your Cheatin' Heart about A gal like my first wife You Moan The Blues for me and for you Hank Williams, You Wrote My Life. The Cold, Cold Heart
own religion We'll be drinkin and dancin at the church of Hank Williams, yea The Lord loves the drinkin man He sent honky tonk angels To the promised land I hear
the Opry being there In the stillness of the morning in a cold December wind And the Ghost of Hank Williams plays "Your Cheatin Heart" again Chorus