Cold Cold Ground
Tom Waits: Franks Wild Years
| C | Am |
| 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 |
| F |
Never | worry 'bout the army |
| G | G7 | C |
| 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 chimeny and a stone in my bed | |
when the road's washed out they pass a bottle around | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
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