Cold Cold Ground

Appears on Beautiful Maladies, Big Time, Frank's Wild Years

Version 1 | Version 2 | Lyrics

Version 1

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Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
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never slept with a dream before he had to go away
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there's a bell in the tower uncle Ray bought a round
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never worry 'bout the army
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in the cold cold ground
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       cold cold ground
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       cold cold ground
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       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 . . .

Version 2

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Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe 
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Never slept with a dream before he had to go away 
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There's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray's bought a round 
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Don't worry `bout the army in the cold cold ground 
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In the cold cold ground 
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In the cold cold ground 
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In the cold cold ground 

Lyrics

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 about 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 chimmney
and a stone in my bed
when the road's washed out
they pass the bottle around
and wait in the arms
of the cold cold ground
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
til we bury every dream in
the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
gimme 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
cold cold ground
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
cold cold ground
take a weathervane rooster
throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors
til we all go dead
beware of my temper
and the dog that I've found
break all the windows in the
cold cold ground
cold cold ground