IntroCVerse 1CAmA cement building white cinderblocks
FG
and faded red lips the sign read "Cold Spot"
CAm
He worked behind the counter to them he was an old man
FG
When my world was crumbling my grandpa gave me his hand
Chorus 1C
It was crickets, minnows and kerosene
Am
RC, moon pies and a softball team
F
Learned about life Learned about girls
G
Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world
C
It's where you bought your Tag for your white-tailed deer
Am
Where the southern baptist bought the most beer
FA hole in the wall with holes in the wall
G
From behind this counter you saw it all
FG
At the Cold Spot
Verse 2CAm
It was cool in July, warm in December
FG
If I live a hundred years I'll always remember
C
The song and the hum of that old ceiling fan
Am
And this North Georgia voice saying, "Buddy, you can"
F
Out here I'm just a kid trying to make a name
G
I am who I am because he raised Kane selling
Chorus 2C
Selling crickets, minnows and kerosene
Am
RC, moon pies and a softball team
F
Learned about life Learned about girls
G
Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world
C
It's where you bought your Tag for your white-tailed deer
Am
Where the southern baptist bought the most beer
FA hole in the wall with holes in the wall
G
From behind this counter you saw it all
FG
At the Cold Spot oh yeah
C
At the Cold Spot
OutroC
It was crickets, minnows and kerosene
Am
RC, moon pies and a softball team
F
Learned about life Learned about girls
G
Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world
C
It was heaven on earth when my world was hell
Am
And the big stores came and the business failed
FG
But all my memories are alive and well
FG
At the Cold Spot Oh yeah
CAm
At the Cold Spot
FC
Take me back to the Cold Spot
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.