21st Century Winter

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Front Porch Session Players
Adam Cole

Lyrics

Twenty First Century Winter

 

Warm, lord it’s warm, shouldn’t be so fair

Lookin’ for dark clouds, don’t see any there

I’m not appeased.  It’s the time of year

Cold and darkness ought to reappear.

 

CHORUS

What do you do when your world ain’t right

Dark in the day and it’s brighter at night

What do you do when your lady fair

Turnin to gentlemen everywhere

Pay no mind to the call of the hound

Everybody’s runnin’ as fast as they can

Nowhere to go, nowhere to stand 

Twenty-first century winter comes around

Twenty-first century winter comes around

 

Sad, lord it’s sad, cause it’s like a dream

Where everything isn’t as bad as it seems

When what’s goin’ on is a cryin’ shame

The devil parades under a different name

 

Run just as fast as your feet will fly

Weep like a baby to a lullabye

You won’t escape, sugar, you can’t hide

Warm rush of water from a changing tide

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