Catching Cold Lyrics
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Catching Cold Lyricsby Don Dixon Buy album CD: Note Pad #38 Well there're biscuits on the table and turkey on the stove Ground rice steaming and green beans stringing and pie that's??? Almond??? That's the way to spend Thanksgiving, but I'm not there to sit and??? take it??? in I live in constant fear of being rolled, 'cause I'm up in New York city catching cold Well there are stockings by the chimney, stuffed with nuts and tangerines Grandma's chuckle, wild babies gurgle, dads tie is red and green The table is packed with food again, I'm still not there to lend a hand And I'll miss the greatest story ever told, 'cause I'm up in New York city catching cold Oh I wish that I could be there with the packages and bows To catch you smiling sweetly underneath the mistletoe My chair is sitting empty as they call me on the phone And the whole damn yule time seasons come and go The party hats get dusted off, the family resolute The band parades while cute spring maids give out flag salutes Up here where they drink to twelve o'clock and then tear up the Times Square block I think I see the ghost of Lombardo; he's up in New York City catching cold I'll take his arm and head out for a stroll, two spectres in a swirling icy blow Up in New York City catching cold
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