Cold Spot

A cement building White cinderblocks And faded red lips The sign read "Cold Spot" He worked behind the counter To them he was an old man When my world was crumbling My grandpa gave me his hand It was crickets, minnows and kerosene RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer Where the southern baptist bought the most beer A hole in the wall with holes in the wall From behind this counter you saw it all At the Cold Spot It was cool in July, warm in December If I live a hundred years I'll always remember The song and the hum of that old ceiling fan And his North Georgia voice saying, "Buddy, you can" Out here I'm just a kid trying to make a name I am who I am because he raised Kane selling Crickets and minnows and kerosene RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer Where the southern baptists bought the most beer A hole in the wall with holes in the wall From behind this counter you saw it all At the Cold Spot Oh yeah At the Cold Spot It was crickets, minnows and kerosene RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It was heaven on earth when my world was hell And the big stores came and the business failed But all my memories are alive and well At the Cold Spot Oh yeah At the Cold Spot Take me back to the Cold Spot