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Frigid Air
Jimmy Clifton
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You might find him in the sunrise
You might see him in the frost
You might talk awhile scraping off your windshield
And he might tell ya what it cost
When it's cold outside
and you've gotta drive ahead
Sit back and talk, son,
just like we're breaking bread
Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord
'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done
The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord
God, I'm grateful for your Son
We might speak under the starlight
That ain't smoke, son, it's your breath
He speaks to me through a KJV
And now I ain't afraid of death
When the trials come or the persecution starts
I know the Spirit's keeping us and changing hearts
Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord
'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done
The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord
God, I'm grateful for your Son
Bleeding fingers while I'm strumming on the street
It reminds me of the Blood on your hands and on your feet
City slickers or the country folk alike
They all get the chance to love ya because you laid down your life for the world
And in the Greek that means everybody
Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord
'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done
The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord
God, I'm thankful
Frigid air's a good excuse to love ya more, Lord
'Cause I'm thankful for all ya've done
The trees are bare but the fruit's ripe to core, Lord
God, I'm grateful for your Son
God, I'm grateful for your Son