Like Gram Parsons' song "Return of the Grievous Angel," this song makes you homesick. It is transcendent by being deeply existential. We've all been there: alone, cold, hungry, broke, far from home, but not without hope.
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more
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