They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
Everything built up in the silence of a lie
And across these fields, the tension wouldn't die
And it stayed like that for weeks
A chorus of swollen cheeks
And now everybody's wondering just what it is I've done
And I'm loathe to see this awful trial begun
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
A precipitate of gossip preceded my defeat
And everyone decided it was me
And I probably would have done the same thing
A mob in the circus ring
And now everybody's wondering just whether or not I did
And I'm loathe to see this awful trial begin
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
When this snow finally falls and they pound at my door
They won't find me living here anymore
And I'll leave their evil buried by the storm
The coals in the hearth still warm
Yes, I'll leave everybody so certain it was me
To shovel out their small-town justice delinquincy
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
Rob Getzschman - Foot of Snow Lyrics
Rob Getzschman - Foot of Snow Lyrics
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They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
Everything built up in the silence of a lie
And across these fields, the tension wouldn't die
And it stayed like that for weeks
A chorus of swollen cheeks
And now everybody's wondering just what it is I've done
And I'm loathe to see this awful trial begun
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
A precipitate of gossip preceded my defeat
And everyone decided it was me
And I probably would have done the same thing
A mob in the circus ring
And now everybody's wondering just whether or not I did
And I'm loathe to see this awful trial begin
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
When this snow finally falls and they pound at my door
They won't find me living here anymore
And I'll leave their evil buried by the storm
The coals in the hearth still warm
Yes, I'll leave everybody so certain it was me
To shovel out their small-town justice delinquincy
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
Everything built up in the silence of a lie
And across these fields, the tension wouldn't die
And it stayed like that for weeks
A chorus of swollen cheeks
And now everybody's wondering just what it is I've done
And I'm loathe to see this awful trial begun
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
A precipitate of gossip preceded my defeat
And everyone decided it was me
And I probably would have done the same thing
A mob in the circus ring
And now everybody's wondering just whether or not I did
And I'm loathe to see this awful trial begin
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
When this snow finally falls and they pound at my door
They won't find me living here anymore
And I'll leave their evil buried by the storm
The coals in the hearth still warm
Yes, I'll leave everybody so certain it was me
To shovel out their small-town justice delinquincy
They are expecting at least a foot of snow in these parts
And the clouds are hanging low and dark
It seems like everybody knows there's much more coming down
But not a thing has hit the ground
Writer: Rob Getzschman
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