Cold Cold Ground

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 G7          G7sus4 C 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