in a cold Kentucky december
yer lips turning blue what
a breathtaking view
how could you not remember
the sky turning black the sun's not coming back
but oh go slow slow down we're too fast
in a fog as thick as ever i've seen
drove a dutch bread truck with a
window that's stuck
oh how i worry my mother so
on yer shoulder let me lean let me
sleep let me dream
but oh go slow slow down we're too fast
joe is that heaven is that heaven we just passed
i wept as you slept and i stepped on the gas
so long so long so long
our bed i made that's where i'll lay
in a cold Kentucky december
yer lips turning blue what a breathtaking view
in a fog as thick as ever i've seen
won't make Louisville i guess but's all for the best