Cold Wind Songtext
von John Butler

Cold wind, it blows
Blowing through like Sunday morning
Chills my bones
Take me home, take me home
Is where the heart is
But my heart′s been truly stolen
Cold wind, it blows
Wind it blows

Fire in my gut
Reminding me that, yes, I'm in a
Great big rut
Great big hole, great big hole
No one knows
Can tell me where those chains begin
Fire in my gut
In my gut, in my gut

There are places you will never go
There are things that you will never know
All depends on which side of the road


Hole in my soul
Makes me feel like I am floating
Far from my place
I got no land, I got no face
Tell me, mister
What′s a man supposed to believe in?
Hole in my soul
In my soul, in my soul

There are places you will never go
There are things that you will never know
All depends on which side of the road

Gun to my head
You're telling me that I'm meant to obey
Laws of your land
Stolen land, stolen land
But you don′t follow rules
Or the bullshit games you play
Gun to my head
To my head, to my head

There are places you will never go
There are things that you will never know
All depends on which side of the road
All depends on which side of the road
All depends on which side of the road