Clay Walker - Bury the Shovel
T'was a cold wintry night
Not a star was in sight
And he north wind was howling down the line
Went a brave engineer
With a sweetheart so dear
With an order to pull Old
T'was a cold wintry night
Not a star was in sight
And he north wind was howling down the line
Went a brave engineer
With a sweetheart so dear
With an order to pull Old
Letras Clay Walker