I am six feet under snownAnd I have nowhere to gonThe ice is thick and my feet are clampednI know how my cards are stackednFind the heat over a baynOr in the scraps of someone's platenGuess I'll leave it up to fatenIt's all I've got anywaynnGonna make it through this yearnGonna make it through this yearnGonna make it throughnnGonna ride the bus to the other sidenOf town, try my luck down over therenWhere I did my best to explainnNobody understands a word I saynnGot a lot to be thankful for this yearnBut I guess you could say I'm down on my lucknWonder where I will end up tonightnWonder where I will get stucknnGonna make it through this yearnGonna make it through this yearnGonna make it throughnGonna make it through