Got no silver in my pocket
Got no pillow for my head
And thought winter, it gets stronger
Got to ease my achin' head
In the morning' when I wake up
Got this feelin' deep inside
And I wonder if I'm dyin'
Of I'll go out of my mind
I've this helpless awful feelion'
When I stumble thought the crowd
It stiil sends my senses reelin'
Knowing winter comes to town
Composição: Ian Hill / Al Atkins / K.K. Downing