I've got a sixty-four Chevrolet With no warmth of which to speak The damn thing, well it's still under loan
I've got house that looks real nice But it's lacking central heat But that ain't what chilled me to the bone
Nine fifths of zero still is nil Some nights it seems the cold could kill You've got a fire and it's been on my mind So please, just melt this heart of mine
I've been telling the tallest tales Of how life it done me wrong I've been setting all of my spite to song
But I've lately come around And said my silent thanks For having this old heart that still can break