5 Degrees Songtext
von 67 Special

Get the dog away
One, two, three, four
Ooh

Well, it′s near 'round five degrees
Freezing in my sheets
What I wouldn′t give for you next to me
Near 'round 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
Old things that I see
Yeah, that I see
Pretend the smoke gets in my eyes
People, they gotta see me crying out


Well, all this talk of getting sold is kinda boring
And I got a better place to be (Than a public bar)
Just plug me in and turn it up
Bring a bottle, fill the cup
With something other than the truth

And every time I close my eyes
Old things that I see
Yeah, that I see
Pretend the smoke gets in my eyes
People, they gotta see me crying, crying, crying, crying, crying out

Well, it′s near ′round five degrees
Freezing in my sheets
What I wouldn't give for you next to me
Near ′round five degrees
I gotta wear three pairs of jeans
What I wouldn't give for you next to me
Oh my darling

Near ′round five degrees, yeah
And I'm freezing in my sheets
′Round five degrees, yeah
And I'm freezing in my, in my head
Bam