B        G#m          B        G#m    B     G#m    B    G#m
Too many years on the rinks of Montreal.
B        G#m          B        G#m   B     G#m    B    G#m
Too many years in the lofts of old TO.
B        G#m           B         G#m    B     G#m    B    G#m
Too many nights in the bowels of Avenue B.
B        G#m         B       G#m  B     G#m     B     G#m
Too many days in the arms of Lady T.
     E                    F#
Or maybe I'm just getting old,
                            B     G#m   (x4)
'cause, fuck, I hate the cold.

[Verse]
B        G#m         B        G#m   B      G#m     B     G#m
Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.
B        G#m         B         G#m        B     G#m    B    G#m
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.
     E                     F#
He told me how he love the best about me
            G#m              E
And then he told me what was best
                           F#
And maybe I'm just getting old,
                          B     G#m  (x4)
But, fuck, I hate the cold.

[Verse]
B        G#m        B           G#m  B     G#m    B    G#m
Too much fun on the roads of the USA.
B        G#m           B     G#m         B      G#m     B      G#m
Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.
E                    F#
Too much fun on this merry-go-round
     G#m            E
Of a tale yet to be told
                       F#
Baby, I'm just getting old
                         B     G#m     B     G#m
And, fuck, I hate the cold.
               B     G#m     B     G#m
I fucking hate it.
              B     G#m     B      G#m
I hate the cold.
                    B     G#m    B      G#m
I fucking hate the cold.