Listen to the Cold Video (MV)

Baby Listen to the cold as it blows
Blowing through the window panes
Hand blown glass warp my vision
Looking though the wooden frame
Hear the floorboards speak in the morning
Footsteps 'fore the break of day
Always caught him in those in between hours
Always coming home after working late
Always coming home after working late
Always coming home after working late
Late
Beneath wooden beams my childhood dreams
All the good times coming back to me
Nothing like the sound of that Farmall C
When you're sitting on top of that tractor seat
When you're sitting on top of that tractor seat
You can hear in the fields such a beautiful sound
Music to the hand that holds the plow
Dinner bell rings call me back to the house
On the harvest evening when the sun go down
Yeah when the sun go down
I used to look out in the evenings
Dream of rambling
Moving lights on the old highway
Dreaming of the places they were off to
On a wide open interstate
When I told him I was set on leaving
He said, just I know that I love you
God's speed on your way
Now that he's gone I come back home
To the memories of this old place
To the memories of this old place
To the memories of this old place
To the memories
Beneath wooden beams my childhood dreams
All the good times coming back to me
Nothing like the sound of that Farmall C
When you're sitting on top of that tractor seat
When you're sitting on top of that tractor seat
You can hear in the fields such a beautiful sound
Music to the hand that holds the plow
Dinner bell rings call me back to the house
Harvest evening when the sun go down
Yeah, when the sun go down
Down, down, down
Down, down
Sun go down
Down
Down
Down