Cold Spot

A cement building
White cinderblocks
And faded red lips
The sign read, cold spot

He worked behind the counter
To them he was an old man
When my world was crumbling
My grandpa gave me his hand

It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene
RC, moon pies, and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about living in this cold, cruel world

It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer
Where the Southern Baptist bought the most beer
Hole in the wall with holes in the wall
From behind this counter you saw it all
At the cold spot

It was cool in July, warm in December
If I'll live a hundred years
I'll always remember
The song and the hum of the old ceiling fan
And his North Georgia voice saying, "Buddy you can"
Out here I'm just a kid tryna make a name
I am who I am because he raised Kane selling

Crickets, and minnows, and kerosene
RC, moon pies, and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about living in this cold, cruel world

It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer
Where the Southern Baptist bought the most beer
A hole in the wall with holes in the wall
From behind this counter you saw it all
At the cold spot
Oh yeah
At the cold spot

It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene
RC, moon pies, and the softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about living in this cold, cruel world

It was heaven on earth when my world was hell
And the big stores came and the business failed
But all my memories are alive and well
At the cold spot
Oh yeah
At the cold spot

Take me back to the cold spot



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Douglas, Kane Brown, Allen Shamblin
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