The cold wind, it come up And blew my hat off I could not catch up I guess I'm just a sad dove And oh-oh, I'm starting to find That I was not made for these times ♪ So it made its way westward Fell in some river I saw me a horse there He looked familiar When he started running Like a straightaway demon I used to run like that You should have seen me And oh-oh, I'm starting to find That I was not made for these times ♪ The girl's drowning in water So I pulled her to shore I breathed her breath back She sayin', "I seen you before" I said, "You might've seen me Chasing my hat If and you see it You can have it" And oh-oh, I'm starting to find That I was not made for these times Oh-oh, I'm starting to find That I was not made for these times