[ Featuring David Rawlings ]
I don't make it up this way too often
That the cold is a little bit hard on me
Gotta wait for the season to soften
Before I make the trip from Tennessee
Way up in the North Country
I guess it's just my blood getting thinner
This ain't easy living, no siree
We used to steal away and watch the fireflies after dinner
It's a slow-motion dream that you never see
Way up in the North Country
Wintertime in the pines and the snow is coming on
You'll be back when the cold winds blow, I'll be gone
Some long dark night, you might send me a letter
Full of sleepless devilry
I'll tell you now we could be together
If you ever get tired of being free
Way up in the North Country
