Been right here in floyd for eighty some years
There ain't no place I haven't been
Never took a chance on old lady luck
For I figured she'd never let me win
There's nothing like the feel of a good woman's luck
To ease a worried man's pain
For all that I have left is this forty acre farm
And a picture and this gold watch and chain
When the snow falls on my foggy mountain home
And the whippoorwills cease to call
When the snow falls on my foggy mountain home
That's when I'll miss you most of all
The cold wind a blowin around the mountain side
When old man winter found his place
For he was here when you went away
And he froze these tears on my face
* Refrain