Halfway to Hazard - Cold Lyrics

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Cold

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What Are The Lyrics For Cold By Halfway to Hazard?
Halfway To Hazard with the rain comin' down
I wish I could go home but it's just an old empty house So I find me a cheap motel room and a bottle of Black Label Jack They might find me dead by the mornin' but they won't find me lookin' back Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin' slow It drowns out the misery, helps me let go When the truth really hits me, she don't miss me, no There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold She used to wanna hold me and our fire burned so bright But it's funny how forever can get up and say goodbye But I've got the answer to my pain a way to face the truth Well, I can drown out this heartache, but it's gonna take a hundred proof Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin' slow It drowns out the misery, helps me let go When the truth really hits me, she don't miss me, no There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold Tomorrow I don't know where I'm gonna be But tonight at least I'll be free from her memory, yeah Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin' slow It drowns out the misery and helps me let go When the truth really hits me, she don't miss me, no, whoa, no, no There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold There ain't nothin' like whiskey when a women turns cold, yeah, turns cold |
Who Wrote Cold By Halfway to Hazard?
Chadwick Warrix, David Tolliver
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What's The Duration Of The Cold By Halfway to Hazard?The duration of Cold is 4:34 minutes and seconds. |
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