Cold Spot

A cement building

White cinderblocks

And faded red letters

The sign read, "Cold Spot"

He worked behind the counter

To them, he was an old man

When my world was crumbling

My grandpa gave me his hand

It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene

RC, MoonPies, and a softball team

Learned about life, learned about girls

Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world

It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer

Where the Southern baptist bought the most beer

A 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 ceiling fan

And his north Georgia voice saying, "Buddy, you can"

Out here, I'm just a kid trying to make a name

I am who I am because he raised Kane

Selling crickets, minnows, and kerosene

RC, MoonPies, and a softball team

Learned about life, learned about girls

Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world

It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer

Where the Southern baptist bought the most beer

A hole in the wall with holes in the wall

From behind this counter, you saw it all

At the Cold Spot

Oh yeah

At the Cold Spot

It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene

RC, MoonPies and a softball team

Learned about life, learned about girls

Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world

It was Heaven on Earth when my world was Hell

And the big stores came and the business failed

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