Cold Cold Cold
You told me you loved me
You know you told me a lie
I thought I was your something special
I thought I was your only guy
You said that I was way more
Better than the finest of gold
I guess that I was on the biggest thrill
Of the biggest lie that you ever told
It's too cold, cold, cold
The way you wreck my soul now (cold, cold, cold)
And it's too cold (cold, cold, cold)
The way you wreck my soul (cold, cold, cold)
The taste of your lips
You do me up, alright
To let me love you, baby
Like you used to do each and every night
When you first arrived
Down on my country set
All the fellows in the neighborhood
They started diggin' you, they ain't stopped yet
It's too cold, whoa (cold, cold, cold)
The way you wreck my soul (cold, cold, cold)
And it's too cold, whoa (cold, cold, cold)
The way you wreck my soul (cold, cold, cold)
Baby and I just can't dig it
Well, you've been rippin' and runnin'
With Tom, Dick and Slim
And it hurts me to my heart
Knowing that they ain't givin' you no money, child
For what you've given them
And it's too, too cold
The way you wreck my soul, child
And, oh, it's just too cold (too cold, too cold)
The way you wreck my soul
You know you told me a lie
I thought I was your something special
I thought I was your only guy
You said that I was way more
Better than the finest of gold
I guess that I was on the biggest thrill
Of the biggest lie that you ever told
It's too cold, cold, cold
The way you wreck my soul now (cold, cold, cold)
And it's too cold (cold, cold, cold)
The way you wreck my soul (cold, cold, cold)
The taste of your lips
You do me up, alright
To let me love you, baby
Like you used to do each and every night
When you first arrived
Down on my country set
All the fellows in the neighborhood
They started diggin' you, they ain't stopped yet
It's too cold, whoa (cold, cold, cold)
The way you wreck my soul (cold, cold, cold)
And it's too cold, whoa (cold, cold, cold)
The way you wreck my soul (cold, cold, cold)
Baby and I just can't dig it
Well, you've been rippin' and runnin'
With Tom, Dick and Slim
And it hurts me to my heart
Knowing that they ain't givin' you no money, child
For what you've given them
And it's too, too cold
The way you wreck my soul, child
And, oh, it's just too cold (too cold, too cold)
The way you wreck my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Mac Rebennack, Jessie Hill, Alvin Robinson
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Dr John: Live At Montreux 1986
- The Brightest Smile In Town (Deluxe Edition)
- Frankie & Johnny
- The Brightest Smile In Town
- Solo Piano (Live In New Orleans 1984)
- Plays Mac Rebennack
- Dr. John: The Montreux Years (Live)
- Stack-a-Lee (Live - Montreux Jazz Festival 1986)
- Things Happen That Way
- End Of The Line [Feat. Aaron Neville]
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