Big Jim Cooley commanded respect
Whatever he wanted he could get
The
The warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the
Get out of the way fat man you got something
It's good to be here, how've you been?
Check my bags,
Many too many have stood where I standMany more will
Lay your body down upon the midnight snow
Feel the cold
Ooh, and the man steps out in the moonlight
At the
Curtains are drawn
Now the fire warms the room
Meanwhile outside
Wind from