Elliott BROOD – Wind and Snow Lyrics

Out on the road in the wind and snow
I’m just a road dog Canadian boy
And I found myself alone out at the south end of a bottle
In the north end of Champagne, Illinois
It’s the crack of dawn I got my radio on
And I pull her off the old interstate
the backroad’s calling
I’m in no rush at all
I’m just across the US of A

I’m out California
I to
my woman found out on the Strip
was she couldn’t refuse
So I’m my Californ I A
the and the sunshine
I’m a bitty fish in a pond of barracudas
And I think I’m my mind

is coming my view
I seen who a ride
I took them trippy across the Mississippi
And they hopped out on the side
I got a and now I’m back on the road
my mind’s eye wide
for the boredom of the of Oklahoma
Amarillo tonight

I’m out California
I to
my woman found out on the Strip
was she couldn’t refuse
So I’m my Californ I A
the and the sunshine
I’m a bitty fish in a pond of barracudas
And I think I’m my mind

Well I’m a bit of a mess I out of Texas
And I’m Mexico
I pulled with the truckers and the bikers
And I out the side of the road
I the Wild I Albuquerque
the pedal the floor
All night just California
And find out my woman isn’t mine anymore

Out on the road in the wind and snow
I’m just a road dog Canadian boy
And I found myself alone out at the south end of a bottle
In the north end of Champagne, Illinois
It’s the crack of dawn I got my radio on
And I pull her off the old interstate
the backroad’s calling
I’m in no rush at all
I’m just across the US of A

I’m out California
I to
my woman found out on the Strip
was she couldn’t refuse
So I’m my Californ I A
the and the sunshine
I’m a bitty fish in a pond of barracudas
And I think I’m my mind

is coming my view
I seen who a ride
I took them trippy across the Mississippi
And they hopped out on the side
I got a and now I’m back on the road
my mind’s eye wide
for the boredom of the of Oklahoma
Amarillo tonight

I’m out California
I to
my woman found out on the Strip
was she couldn’t refuse
So I’m my Californ I A
the and the sunshine
I’m a bitty fish in a pond of barracudas
And I think I’m my mind

Well I’m a bit of a mess I out of Texas
And I’m Mexico
I pulled with the truckers and the bikers
And I out the side of the road
I the Wild I Albuquerque
the pedal the floor
All night just California
And find out my woman isn’t mine anymore