Lyrics

Rainy days in the midwinter
Waitin' for the thaw in Montreal
The ice is thick, so thick it like the
Windows on a submarine at
Twenty thousand leagues beneath the sea
And in Quebec it's even worse
There's an ice cream man who's out of business
Snow cones just aren't selling well
And now he has no reason for his bell
In Caribou things refuse to change
Six feet of show, six inch of rain
And in Quebec it's even worse
And I'm waitin' for my hearse in show tires and chains
To come and drive me away
And I know that each log on the fire
Could be my last
Wood stove, black smoke fill the air
Breathe deep, can't breathe and you swear
Stop, drop, roll, repeat when you get burned
In Ottawa things refuse to change
Six feet of snow, then comes the freezing rain
Could it get worse?
And I'm waitin' for my hearse in snow tires and chains
To come and drive me away
And I know that each log on the fire
Could be my last
Written by: Jonathan Wiening
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