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Winter

Al Atkins

Got no silver in my pockets
Got no pillow for my bed
And the winter it gets stronger
Got to ease my aching head

In the morning when I wake up
Get this feeling deep inside
And I wonder if I'll die young
Or just go out of my mind

I still get this awful feeling
When the snow falls to the ground
It still sends my senses reeling
Going winter underground

I still get this awful feeling
When the snow falls to the ground
And it sends my senses reeling
Going winter