Lion In The Winter Lyrics - James Reyne

Living on the highway, way outside of town 

The lean to it is leaning, bent and broken down 

Got myself a hunting rifle, a hunchback in my head 

Double barreled misty morning when I get out of bed 

A lion in the winter 

A fool in love in spring 

Though I'm just your whipping boy 

Don't mean a goddamn thing 

I know the streets of this town are full of famous TV stars 

So elegant and talented, they're taking sleigh rides in their cars 

Talk to Willy Loman, Arthur Miller's in his bed 

Dreams of retribution dancing in his head 

A lion in the winter 

A fool in love in spring 

Though I'm just your whipping boy 

Don't mean a goddamn thing 

I know I gave up drinking but I'm on this beach tonight 

A six pack and a cigarette, well, I don't feel so good just yet 

Living on the highway, way outside of town 

The lean to it is leaning, bent and broken down 

Living on the highway, bent and broken down 

A lion in the winter 

A fool in love in spring 

Though I'm just your whipping boy 

Don't mean a goddamn thing 

A lion in the winter 

A fool in love in spring 

Though I'm just your whipping boy 

Don't mean a goddamn thing 

A lion in the winter