Tom: B
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many years on the rinks of Montreal.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many years in the lofts of old TO.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many nights in the bowels of Avenue B.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many days in the arms of Lady T.
E F#
Or maybe I'm just getting old,
B G#m (x4)
'cause, fuck, I hate the cold.
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.
E F#
He told me how he love the best about me
G#m E
And then he told me what was best
F#
And maybe I'm just getting old,
B G#m (x4)
But, fuck, I hate the cold.
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much fun on the roads of the USA.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.
E F#
Too much fun on this merry-go-round
G#m E
Of a tale yet to be told
F#
Baby, I'm just getting old
B G#m B G#m
And, fuck, I hate the cold.
B G#m B G#m
I fucking hate it.
B G#m B G#m
I hate the cold.
B G#m B G#m
I fucking hate the cold.
