Cold Cold Ground Lyrics

COLD COLD GROUND
Tom Waits from the album Franks Wild Years
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away
there's a bell in the tower uncle Ray bought a round
never worry 'bout the army
A7 A7Sus4 D
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed
there's a bird in the chimeny and a stone in my bed
when the road's washed out they pass a bottle around
and waits in the arms
of the cold cold . . .
there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope
and a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town
till we bury every dream
in the cold cold . . .
Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
blow the roof of the goat barn let it roll down the hill
the piano is firewood Times Square is a dream
I find we lay down together
in the cold cold . .
Call the cops on the Breadloves bring a bible and a rope
and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap
make a pile of trunk tires
and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby
in the cold cold . . .
Take a weather vane rooster throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead
beware of my temper and the dog that I found
break all the windows
in the cold cold . . .
On the D's during the cold cold ground theme, do some "touchdowns" on Dsus4
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