
Cold Shoulder Garth Brooks
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[Verse 1]
There's a fire burnin' bright, at our house tonight
Slow music playin', and soft candlelight
On her lips I keep tasting, the warm red wine
I'm there in her arms, but it's all in my mind
[Chorus]
The snow is piled high, on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea, on this ocean of white
Eighteen wheels anchored, somewhere out of Dover
I wish I could hold her, instead of huggin', this old cold shoulder
[Verse 2]
This old highway is like a woman sometimes
She can be your best friend, but she's the real jealous kind
She's the lady that leads me, to the life I dream of
And she's the mistress that keeps me, from the ones that I love
[Chorus]
The snow is piled high, on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea, on this ocean of white
Eighteen wheels anchored, somewhere out of Dover
I wish I could hold her, instead of huggin', this old cold shoulder
[Outro]
God, I wish I could hold her
Instead of huggin', this old cold shoulder
There's a fire burnin' bright, at our house tonight
Slow music playin', and soft candlelight
On her lips I keep tasting, the warm red wine
I'm there in her arms, but it's all in my mind
[Chorus]
The snow is piled high, on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea, on this ocean of white
Eighteen wheels anchored, somewhere out of Dover
I wish I could hold her, instead of huggin', this old cold shoulder
[Verse 2]
This old highway is like a woman sometimes
She can be your best friend, but she's the real jealous kind
She's the lady that leads me, to the life I dream of
And she's the mistress that keeps me, from the ones that I love
[Chorus]
The snow is piled high, on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea, on this ocean of white
Eighteen wheels anchored, somewhere out of Dover
I wish I could hold her, instead of huggin', this old cold shoulder
[Outro]
God, I wish I could hold her
Instead of huggin', this old cold shoulder
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