ohiohusker
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It’s winter in Nebraska
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below
Oh, how I love Nebraska
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Nebraska
‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground
(Even though I left home in July 1976, this still makes me think of the good ol' days!)
