Steve and I have a couple of versions of this song. Here is the first I found as a video on YouTube.
(don’t click the picture–it doesn’t go anywhere)
Here’s the lyrics!
COLD ICY FINGERS
Bill Johnson was a feller, that believed in haints and sights
He used to dream about ’em, when he went to bed at night
And when he’d dream about ’em, you could nearly always tell
He’d just throw back the covers, he’d jump right out and yell.
Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me
Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me
I don’t mind them naked bones
I can stand them hollow groans …
But, Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me.
Bill went to see the doctor, had a misery in his chest
The doctor looked at him and said take off that coat and vest
He started tappin’ on his ribs, which give Bill such a shock
That he just grabbed the doctor’s hand and he says “now looka here, doc!”
Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me
Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me
You can cure my aches and ills
With your powders and your pills
But, Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me.
One night as Bill was passin’ a graveyard on the hill
Something dressed in white jumped out and made a grab at Bill
Bill says you may catch me, but I’ll make you do your best
Before we start to travelin’, I’ll make one last request.
Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me
Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me
You may run me out of breath
You may scare me half to death
But, Keep Them Cold Icy Fingers Off Of Me.
