baby you've got a real fine body
and I want you to
cover me
when the weather
gets cold
the ground is frozen
and the birds
they just don't
feel like flying
your eggs are cooked
but your fish
is still trying
baby I can't give you
no silver
can't give you
no gold
but won't you come
cover me
when the weather
gets cold
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