Cold Front Lyrics - Singles - Webb Wilder

New York woman, got the rich girl blues 

She can do anything she wants 

Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars 

Like a prince of blue towers, yes, you do 

New York woman, she got the penthouse view 

I can see bad weather comin' 

Storm clouds billowin' through 

She drinks the Dom Perignon like it was a orange juice 

Well, there's a cold front movin' in 

Some real bad weather just around the bend 

I'm thinkin' about migratin' south 

There's a cold front movin' in 

Awful woman's cookin' 

It tastes like monkey stew 

But she got the recipe 

For the wang dang do. 

Now, there's a nip in the air 

There's a chill in the thrill 

Well, are we through? 

Now, there's a cold front movin' in 

Some real bad weather just around the bend 

I'm thinkin' about migratin' south 

There's a cold front movin' in 

Get this 

I'm just a yard dog 

Unaccustomed to sleepin' by your fire 

And momma if you put me out 

I'll wake your neighbors howl and scratch and cry enough to die 

High rise woman, she got a downtown view 

Her daddy's head cook and bottle washer at a bank or two 

She lives to shock her momma 

And momma don't like you know, who? 

Well, there's a cold front movin' in 

Some real bad weather just around the bend 

I'm thinkin' about migratin' south 

There's a cold front movin' in, yeah 

Now, there a cold front movin' in, frosty man, frosty 

I said a cold front movin' in 

There's a cold front 

There's a cold front movin' in, ahh, yeah