A cement building
White cinderblocks
And faded red lips
The sign read "cold spot"
He worked behind the counter
To them he was an old man
When my world was crumbling
My grandpa gave me his hand
It was crickets, minnows and kerosene
RC, moon pies and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about livin' in this cold,
cruel world
It's where you bought your tag
for your white-tailed deer
Where the southern baptist
bought the most beer
A hole in the wall
with holes in the wall
From behind this counter
you saw it all
At the cold spot
It was cool in July, warm in December
If I live a hundred years
I'll always remember
The song and the hum
to that old ceiling fan
And his north Georgia voice saying,
"Buddy you can"
Out here I'm just a kid trying
to make a name
I am who I am because he raised Kane,
selling
Crickets, minnows and kerosene
RC, moon pies and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about livin' in this cold,
cruel world
It's where you bought your tag
for your white-tailed deer
Where the southern baptist
bought the most beer
A hole in the wall
with holes in the wall
From behind this counter
you saw it all
At the cold spot
Oh yeah
At the cold spot
It was crickets, minnows and kerosene
RC, moon pies and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about livin' in this cold,
cruel world
It was heaven on earth when
my world was hell
And the big stores came and
the business failed
But all my memories are alive and well
At the cold spot
Oh yeah
At the cold spot
Take me back to the cold spot
