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Knit me a real warm sweater, Mom,
Like you did when I was young;
Cold winter weather is a comin' on,
And I know where I'm goin'.
Well, I don't want the kind you find in a fancy store, Mom,
And I don't want the kind you find in a magazine;
I just want the kind you made with your own two hands, Mom,
With a pledge of love and a prayer in every seam.
I thought I'd stay up here in this far north country,
Where the air is pure and there's gold in every stream;
But I hear them hound dogs comin' through the mountains,
And I sure am scared for I know they're after me.
Knit me a real warm sweater, Mom,
Like you did when I was young;
Cold winter weather is a comin' on,
And I know where I'm goin'.
I tell you, Mom, there's a girl they call Keyota,
Such a lovely girl she thought the world of me;
But somebody shot and they killed her Sunday morning,
And I know for sure they'll blame it on me.
I can hear the north wind blowin' through the mountains,
And I see the sun go down among the trees;
I sure am cold and, Mom, I sure am hungry,
And them old hound dogs are still chasing me.
Knit me a real warm sweater, Mom,
Like you did when I was young;
Cold winter weather is a comin' on,
And I know where I'm goin'.
Knit me a real warm sweater, Mom,
Like you did when I was young;
Cold winter weather is a comin' on,
And I know where I'm goin'.
Knit me a real warm sweater, Mom,
Like you did when I was young;
Cold winter weather is a comin' on,
And I know where I'm goin'.
