February 5th, 1933 Video (MV)

Winter winds blowing storm clouds in
There's salt and snow on the earth below
I drank away my final day
And then come home to my Anna Mae

Anna Mae, what's wrong with me?
I lost my job at the factory
Got part time work, but still turned to drink
Oh, Anna Mae, what must you think?

Broken bones and
A bloody nose and
A busted upper lip

I hurt you so bad
But please just know that
I didn't mean it

I was ossified, you were petrified
I fumbled for your piece

You struggled to aim and shot me point blank
I crumpled to your feet

Anna Mae, please hold me
I'm not half the man I used to be
I deserve what you've done to me
Oh, Anna Mae, I'm sorry
Oh, my God, I'm sorry