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Rodney Crowell

Genres: Country

Ridin' Out The Storm Lyrics - Rodney Crowell

The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel 

A numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel 

Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed 

And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head 

 

In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black 

He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact 

A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete 

And he lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat 

 

Ah the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air 

Midst the Sunday times and thr coffee grinds and thrwino's in Times Square 

Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm 

And way down low 'neath a foot of snow he's a-ridin' out the storm 

 

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I offered him my winter coat, politely he refused 

Like an educated man he spoke with words I seldom use 

He said I don't need pity for these choices are my own 

He bowed his head just slightly and then quietly moved along 

 

Ah the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air 

Midst the Sunday times and the coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square 

Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm 

And way down low 'neath a foot of snow he's a-ridin' out the storm 

 

Well its not like he's a victim of the homeless life he stalks 

Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks 

Riding out the storm means yesterday's already spent 

Tomorrow don't mean nothing it won't even make a dent 

 

Ah the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air 

Midst the Sunday times and the coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square 

Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm 

And way down low 'neath a foot of snow he's a-ridin' out the storm 

 

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Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out 

Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out 

Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out 

Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out 

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