Cold Cold Ground

A 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
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 chimney
And a stone in my bed
When the road’s washed out
We pass the bottle around
And we wait in the arms
Of the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
There’s a ribbon in the willow
There’s 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
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 we’ll lay down together
In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
We’ll 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
Till we all go dead
Beware of my temper
And the dog that I’ve found
Break all the windows in the
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