Put More Wood in the Stove

You better put more wood in the stove, if you want to see the morning light

With the way you've been out treating me, well you're sleeping alone tonight

You better put more wood in the stove, if you don't want to die from the cold

Cause the only way you'll make it till day is if you put more wood in the stove

It was springtime in the Smokies, when I first caught your eye

And even though the air was cool, temperatures started to rise

By summer we were happy, and the winds were blowing warm

But sneaking in from the west was an awful thunderstorm

You better put more wood in the stove, if you want to see the morning light

With the way you've been out treating me, well you're sleeping alone tonight