Lyrics

Oh my lonesome--
long, cold winter nights.
how i keep warm
when my baby ain't in sight

and I suppose
it's the way it goes
it's nice to know
those ways of old
will get you by
when you can't be told
nothing from nobody
'cause no one really knows

Smell of sulphur
spring comes casually
birds sing love songs
and the trees they start to breathe

and I suppose
it's the way it goes
it's nice to know
those ways of old
will get you by
when you can't be told
nothing from nobody
'cause no one really knows

Deep down lowlands--
green far as I can see
mud-stirred water
red, cold, crisp river weaves
blister summer
every year, hotter heat
sweat-soaked denim
feeling nice in the July breeze

and I suppose
it's the way it goes
it's nice to know
those ways of old
will get you by
when you can't be told
nothing from nobody
'cause no one really knows