And they call me CRAZY
A cold north wind blew
Thick mist hid the blue
Gloves, scarf, coat, and hat
My car streaked with dew
The engine raced high
Shifted on the fly
Gloves, scarf, coat, and hat
Cows, looked on nigh
Down an asphalt rut
Lined with grape and nut
Gloves, scarf, coat, and hat
The choke all but shut
What ever held thought
Came truly to naught
Gloves, scarf, coat, and hat
The cold cantrip taught
Crazy I may be
Driving my MG
Gloves, scarf, coat, and hat
In an autumn sea
My driven intent
And my given bent
Gloves, scarf, coat, and hat
For where my heart went
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