A crestfallen sidekick in an old caf Never slept with a dream before he had to go away Theres a bell in the tower, Uncle Ray bought a round Dont worry about the army in the cold cold ground Cold cold ground Cold cold ground Cold cold ground Now dont be a crybaby when theres wood in the shed Theres a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed When the roads washed out, we pass the bottle around And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground The cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Theres a ribbon in the willow, theres a tireswing rope Theres a briar patch of berries takin over the slope The catll sleep in the mailbox and well never go to town Till we bury every dream in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells Blow the roof off the goat barn, let it roll down the hill The piano is firewood, Times Square is a dream I find well lay down together in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground The cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Well call the cops on the Breedloves, 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 ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground Take a weathervane rooster, throw rocks at his head Stop talking to the neighbors until we all go dead Beware of my temper and the dog that Ive found Break all the windows in the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground In the cold cold ground
cold, ground, there, tireswing, rope