In the Kitchen - Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis & Shirley Scott
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It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low<br /> As winter slowly stumbled home<br /> The air felt different and it started to show<br /> As every breath resembled smokeI was short of opinions and I wanted to know<br /> If you'd still be here tomorrow<br /> 'Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low<br /> As winter wrapped around ChicagoThe TV's on too much<br /> And I don't ever think enough<br /> About the things that matter most<br /> And what could make me oldAnd there's no argument<br /> For wasting time much better spent<br /> Complacently replacing<br /> A melody with smokeI don't expect a smile when I get home<br /> The blankets that I stole should keep you warm<br /> I hope you can never find to fill the hole<br /> I'm futher from the source to feel the floorIt was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low<br /> As winter slowly stumbled home<br /> The air felt different and it started to show<br /> As every breath resembled smokeI was short of opinions and I wanted to know<br /> If you'd still be here tomorrow<br /> 'Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low<br /> As winter wrapped around ChicagoThe TV's on too much<br /> And I don't ever think enough<br /> About the things that matter most<br /> And what could make me oldAnd there's no argument<br /> For wasting time much better spent<br /> Complacently replacing<br /> A melody with smokeLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
In the Kitchen Lyrics
It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different and it started to show
As every breath resembled smokeI was short of opinions and I wanted to know
If you'd still be here tomorrow
'Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around ChicagoThe TV's on too much
And I don't ever think enough
About the things that matter most
And what could make me oldAnd there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing
A melody with smokeI don't expect a smile when I get home
The blankets that I stole should keep you warm
I hope you can never find to fill the hole
I'm futher from the source to feel the floorIt was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter slowly stumbled home
The air felt different and it started to show
As every breath resembled smokeI was short of opinions and I wanted to know
If you'd still be here tomorrow
'Cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low
As winter wrapped around ChicagoThe TV's on too much
And I don't ever think enough
About the things that matter most
And what could make me oldAnd there's no argument
For wasting time much better spent
Complacently replacing
A melody with smoke