Got no silver in my pocket
Got no pillow for my head
And thought winter, it gets stronger
Got to ease my achin' head

In the morning' when I wake up
Got this feelin' deep inside
And I wonder if I'm dyin'
Of I'll go out of my mind

I've this helpless awful feelion'
When I stumble thought the crowd
It stiil sends my senses reelin'
Knowing winter comes to town

Composição: Atkins / Downing / Hill