Ain't That Cold
As some of you know, we're recording a live record
And I've been very fortunate
To have a lot of my good friends on this record
We made an album about 1995 'Great Guitars'
With a bunch of great guitar players
And ah, it was very wonderful because
Eh-everybody checked the ego at the door
Like Luther Allison used to say
And ahem, we have one person now
That, ahem, influenced a lot of people
Ahem, not only myself but people who listen to blues
We're making welcome my good friend Johnny Winter
I got this fine little woman
Lately don't fly right
I lay my head down
She's creeping all around town
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
'Cause the girl, she's out of control
I work two jobs everyday
Pray for all of my pay
I lay my head down
She's creeping all around town
Ain't that cold?
Men, ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
The girl, she's out of control
Come on John
As I came home fine
Her sit in the bed
Another man was in my house
Driving my new Cadillac
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
'Cause the girl, she's out of control
(Aye)
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
'Cause the girl, she's out of control
And I've been very fortunate
To have a lot of my good friends on this record
We made an album about 1995 'Great Guitars'
With a bunch of great guitar players
And ah, it was very wonderful because
Eh-everybody checked the ego at the door
Like Luther Allison used to say
And ahem, we have one person now
That, ahem, influenced a lot of people
Ahem, not only myself but people who listen to blues
We're making welcome my good friend Johnny Winter
I got this fine little woman
Lately don't fly right
I lay my head down
She's creeping all around town
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
'Cause the girl, she's out of control
I work two jobs everyday
Pray for all of my pay
I lay my head down
She's creeping all around town
Ain't that cold?
Men, ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
The girl, she's out of control
Come on John
As I came home fine
Her sit in the bed
Another man was in my house
Driving my new Cadillac
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold?
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
'Cause the girl, she's out of control
(Aye)
Ain't that cold, cold, cold?
'Cause the girl, she's out of control
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Writer(s): Joe Louis Walker, Joseph John Russo
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