Lyrics:

Weatherman says it might hit 95

September's gonna feel more like July

He's callin for a night that's warm and mild

I think he missed it by a mile

He just don't know that you're gone

I feel a cold one comin on



Drivin home gets longer every day

Found new things to do along the way

A barroom ain't no place to run and hide

From the memories of a love that said goodbye

I'm sick and tired of right or wrong

I feel a cold one comin on.



Makes ya wanna start thinkin about drinkin

If I don't find a way to ease my mind

To leave all this behind

I'm gonna go crazy about you baby

A barroom or a bedroom back at home

I feel a cold one comin on



Makes ya wanna start thinkin about drinkin

If I don't find a way to ease my mind

To leave all this behind

I'm gonna go crazy about you baby

A barroom or a bedroom back at home

I feel a cold one comin on



A barroom or that bedroom back at home

I feel a cold one comin on