WOW! "COLD, COLD WIND BLOWING" - Johnny Staats Project, Dedicated To Homeless Veterans
"Cold, Cold Wind Blowing" The Johnny Staats Project
(L-R) Rick Poling, Roger Bush and Johnny Staats
By Dianne Weaver 2019
There are few days we get excited here in the Village of Hur, or maybe we've worn out our excitement gene.
This week we got excited, nonetheless over a music video produced locally by the Johnny Staats Project, featuring Johnny Staats, Rick Poling and Roger Bush.
"Cold, Cold Wind Blowing" was written by Staats, the video produced by Rick Poling, and originally performed live at Blennerhassett Hotel Courtyard Stage in 2018.
It is dedicated to America's homeless veterans.
Click below to listen now:
Cold, Cold Wind Blowing
Johnny Staats exploded onto the Nashville and national scene in 2000, when his first CD, âWires and Woodâ by The Johnny Staats Project, was the talk of Music City and quickly received international attention and acclaim. Johnnyâs vocals and astonishing guitar and mandolin speed and creativity have since won him a large and varied following worldwide.
Now, the Johnny Staats Project music selections and programs are specifically tailored to each booking, making a musically agile and versatile group suitable for essentially any venue, event or occasion.
The Project also features West Virginia natives Rick Poling and Roger Bush, who began playing music together in their pre-teen and teenage years.
Roger is well-known in the mid-Ohio Valley area for his stellar vocals and also brings his distinctive drumming and percussion skills to JSP.
Rick, known to many West Virginians as a former West Virginia University âMountaineerâ mascot as well as an accomplished pianist and vocalist, adds vocals, piano/organ/synth and left-hand keyboard bass to complete JSPâs precise yet rich and full array of instrumental and vocal sounds.
"Cold, Cold Wind Blowing" - Lyrics
Thereâs a cold cold wind a blowin'
On this face of mine
And if you have a minute or two my friend
Iâll take you back in time
Sleeping in a cardboard box
Well, it ainât no way to live
And Iâm pretty sure Iâd be tellinâ you right
I havenât got one friend
And late at night I think of home,
tears run down my face
And Lord, if you hear me now;
Please take me to a different place
Iâm proud to say Iâve served my country
in that ole bloody war
I rushed home to my wife
Found a note upon our door
It told how she was sorry
that sheâd broken up our home
And how she was tired every night
of sleeping here all alone
Now thereâs grey in my hair,
the wrinkles cover up my face
I keep the Bible close beside me
Iâve been saved by His grace
And every night I think of home,
tears run down my face
And Lord, if you hear me now;
Please take me to a different place
Thereâs a cold cold wind a blowinâ
On this face of mine
And if you have a minute or two my friend
Iâll take us back in time ...
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