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Cold Spot
Kane Brown
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A seaman built white cinder blocks And faded red letters that signed red gold spots He worked on the counter, to them he was an old man When my world was crumbed, my grandpa gave me his hand It was crickets, meadows, and kerosene RC moon pies and a softball team Learned about life, learned about girls Learned about living in this cold cruel world It's where you bought your tag for your white tailed deer Where the Southern Baptists bought the most beer Hole in the wall, with holes in the wall From behind this counter you saw it all at the cold spot It was cool in July, warm in December If I live a hundred years, I'll always remember The song and the hum to that old Ceylon fan And his North Georgia voice saying, buddy you came out here I'm just a kid trying to make a name I am who I am, but come see Ray's cane Selling crickets, and meadows, and kerosene RC moon pies and a softball team Learned about life, learned about girls Learned about living in this cold cruel world It's where you bought your tag for your white tailed deer Where the Southern Baptists bought the most beer Hole in the wall, with holes in the wall From behind this counter you saw it all at the cold spot It was crickets, meadows, and kerosene RC moon pies and a softball team Learned about life, learned about girls Learned about living in this cold cruel world It was seven on earth when my world was seven And the big stores came and the business fell But all my memories are alive and well At the cold spot, oh yeah At the cold spot Take me back to the cold spot
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Kane Brown
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