Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way Rub my feet, gimme something to eat Fix me up my favorite treat Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me I need to relax and watch TV Get off the phone, give the dog a bone Hey! Hey!

Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

We will be with you Now your bowl is empty And your feet are cold And your body cannot stop rocking It hurts to let go Since the day we found you You have been our friend And your voice still echoes in the hallways of this house

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Hard days, cold nights Staring down at an empty cup like I'ma fill, I'ma fill it up All day, all night Ten feet down nearly my whole life But I'll be rising, rising up We all want what we never had The good life doesn't seem so bad The good life doesn't

Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight