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 Don't worry 'bout the army in the cold cold ground
Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed There's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed When the road's washed out, we pass the bottle around And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground The cold cold ground The cold cold ground
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 ground
In the cold cold ground 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 we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground The cold cold ground In the cold cold ground
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 I've found Break all the windows in the cold cold groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
