Frank Morey - Cold in Hand

Come on baby it’s cold outside
C’mon mama let me spend the night
I’ll sleep with one leg over the side
And a foot firmly on the floor

I’ve got my truck but it’s got no heat
Kinda drunk, having trouble seeing
I know I promised I’d mind my pints and quarts

Chorus

You won’t need to hose me down
I’ll be your pussy cat baby - not some howlin’ hound
You won’t even know I’m around
I won’t make a sound

C’mon baby I can’t find my keys
Let me look for them tomorrow please
Y’know the light will be better, we won’t wake the dog

I’ve got the yawns and whiskey on my sleeve
I’d hate to get pinched by the Lowell police
And I’ll be gone in the morning before you can say goodbye

Chorus

Hey John I think I got me one
He said take her in slow, take her in slow
Hey John I think I got me one
He said take her in slow, take her in slow
You pull too fast you’ll break the line
You pull too slow that mother gonna go
Hey John, Hey John, Hey John