Words & Music by Charlie Maguire © 1981

Oh, Cold & Misery

It was ear-ly one morn, like so man-y be-fore,
        Oh, cold and mis-er-y,
I put on me coat and walked out the door,
        Stand-ing a-lone on the froz-en ground.

I went to the place where my beast lay asleep...
On four tires of rubber, a long cord in its teeth...

I opened the door and I jammed in the key...
But no sound could I hear, nor exhaust could I see...

So I called up my neighbor, to him I did spoke...
And he soon came a-riding on clouds of white smoke...

We went to my beast and pried open its jaws...
But black, icy darkness was all that we saw...

On its terminals bare, long cables I placed...
And I gave it a charge with revenge on my face...

The smell of the ether it hung in the air...
And empty Heet cans lay about everywhere...

And when we were moving, its anger was gone...
From its radio voice came music and song...

But tonight, when the dark comes to its moving parts...
It will again be the beast with the ice in its heart...

Cheerily,
Charley Noble