Chilly Winds Don't Blow - Live In New York/1964

Well I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
 Oh lord, going where the chilly winds don't blow
 I'm going where chilly winds don't blow, baby
 Where the chilly winds they don't blow, oh yeah
 There will be red roses round my door, honey baby
 There will be red roses round my door
 I'm going there, 'cause there they'll welcome me for sure, baby
 Where the chilly winds they don't blow
 I'm going where my daddy's waiting for me, oh
 Baby, I'm going where my daddy's waiting for me
 I'm going where, for there I'd rather be, my baby
 Where the chilly winds they don't blow
 Oh lord
 Baby
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 Oh baby, where the chilly winds they don't blow
 Yes
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 Alright
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 Where the chilly winds, yeah, yeah
 Where the chilly winds they don't blow