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Introduction
“Cold Cold Heart” isn’t just a song; it’s a raw, emotional journey that taps into the deepest corners of the heart. When Hank Williams sang those words in 1952, he wasn’t just crafting another country tune—he was sharing a piece of his soul, laying bare the pain that love, or the lack thereof, can bring.
Imagine the ache of unrequited love, the frustration of giving everything to someone who just can’t—or won’t—love you back the way you need them to. That’s the story behind “Cold Cold Heart.” It’s a tale as old as time but told with such sincerity and vulnerability that it feels like a fresh wound every time you listen.
Hank Williams had a way of capturing the essence of human emotion in his music, and “Cold Cold Heart” is no exception. The song’s haunting melody, paired with Williams’ distinctive, aching voice, pulls you in and doesn’t let go. It’s almost as if he’s sitting across from you, confiding his heartbreak over a late-night drink. You can hear the longing, the bitterness, and the resignation all rolled into one.
This song was more than just a hit—it became an anthem for the heartbroken. It resonated with so many people because it was real. Williams wrote it from his own experience, from his own pain, and in doing so, he touched the lives of countless listeners who found comfort in knowing they weren’t alone in their suffering.
But what’s truly remarkable is how this song transcends time. Decades later, “Cold Cold Heart” still strikes a chord. It reminds us that the themes of love and heartache are universal and timeless. Whether you’re listening to it on a scratchy vinyl record or streaming it on your smartphone, the emotion in Hank Williams’ voice is unmistakable and undiminished by the passing years.
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Lyrics
There’s a Christmas memory
I recall so well
Takes me back to when I was a child
Just her and me
By the lights of the tree
We’d sit and she would softly sing awhile
0 Little Town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
I was always a shepherd
In the church Christmas play
And she helped me memorize my part
We would decorate the mantlepiece
And count the Christmas cards
And I learned all those memories by heart
Silent Night, Holy Night
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Hiding Christmas presents
Wrapped in pretty bows
Each year they’d be some place I couldn’t find
And while helping her bake cookies
Shaped like Christmas trees
She’d tell me the old, old story one more time
Away In A Manger
No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down His sweet head
Keeping Christmas secrets
Was always lots of fun
But there’s one
I never tried to keep from you
So for everything you’ve done for me
And still do today
Merry Christmas Momma, I love you