Winter In Iowa

[Gene Collins]

Winter In Iowa

When it's Christmas time in Iowa,

 And thegentle breezes blow,

 Aboutseventy miles an hour

 And it'sfifty-two below.

 You can tell you're in Iowa

 cause the snow's up to your butt,

And you take a breath of Christmas air
 
And your nose holes both freeze shut.

The weather here is wonderful,

 So I guess I'll hang around,

 I could NEVER leave Iowa.

 My feet are frozen to the ground