Webb Wilder - Cold Front lyrics

New York woman, got the rich girl blues She can do anything she wants Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars Like a prince of blue towers, yes, you do New York woman, she got the penthouse view I can see bad weather comin' Storm clouds billowin' through She drinks the Dom Perignon like it was a orange juice Well, there's a cold front movin' in Some real bad weather just around the bend I'm thinkin' about migratin' south There's a cold front movin' in Awful woman's cookin' It tastes like monkey stew But she got the recipe About the wine [?] Now, there's a nip in the air There's a chill in the thrill Well, are we through? Now, there's a cold front movin' in Some real bad weather just around the bend I'm thinkin' about migratin' south There's a cold front movin' in Get this I'm just a yard dog Unaccustomed to sleepin' by your fire And momma if you put me out I'll wake your neighbors howl and scratch and cry enough to die High rise woman, she got a downtown view Her daddy's head cook and bottle washer at a bank or two She lives to shock her momma And momma don't like you know, who? Well, there's a cold front movin' in Some real bad weather just around the bend I'm thinkin' about migratin' south There's a cold front movin' in, yeah Now, there a cold front movin' in, frosty man, frosty I said a cold front movin' in There's a cold front There's a cold front movin' in, ahh, yeah