These Cold Fingers

C Em F Em G C Em Gina left town with the first snow of the year F Dm G He drove her to the airport in his Ford C Em He tried to propose as he ordered one more beer F Dm G The P.A drowned his words and it was time for her to board C Em So he walked her to the gate, he took his hat off as he kissed her F Dm G He needed one more drink to take the chill out of his soul C Em He said a quick good-bye, then spent two hours in the bar F Dm G Finally paid his tab and kept a dollar for the toll F G C Am Everything slips through these cold fingers G F G Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand F G C Am Close your eyes and make a wish and listen to the singer G F G C G One more round bartender, pour a double if you can C Em It's four O'clock and the sun's gone down the drain F Dm G It's still late Winter, but they say it's early Spring C Em Lewis reads the gas-pumps, Rossi counts the oils F Dm G But me, I'm done, so punch the clock and "See you in the morning" C Em There's nothing back at home that ain't gone greasy from the stove F Dm G I never laughed so hard as when that old typewriter broke C Em Think I'll stop along the River Road for a half-pint and some beer F Dm G Well, everything would be okay if those old dreams would disappear F G C Am Everything slips through these cold fingers G F G Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand F G C Am Close your eyes and make a wish and listen to the singer G F G C G One more round bartender, pour a double if you can C Em The dog can't move no more, surprised he m ade it till the Spring F Dm G His pain won't go away and the pills don't do a thing C Em You've known that old hound longer than you've known any of your friends F Dm G And no matter how you let him down, he'll always take you back again C Em So it's one tall glass of whiskey, one last drink for old-times sake F Dm G The dog just lays in bed and watches every move you make C Em Wrap him in his blanket, hold him once more close to you F Dm G Lead him out behind the barn with a borrowed twenty two F G C Am Everything slips through these cold fingers G F G Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand F G C Am Close your eyes and make a wish and listen to the singer G F G C G One more round bartender, pour a double if you can