Cold Cold Cold

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafenever slept with a dream before he had to go awaythere's a bell in the tower

Uncle Ray bought a rounddon't worry about the armyin the cold cold groundnow don't be a cry babywhen there's wood in the shedthere's a bird in the chimmneyand a stone in my bedwhen the road's washed outthey pass the bottle aroundand wait in the armsof the cold cold groundcold cold groundthere's a ribbon in the willowand a tire swing ropeand a briar patch of berriestakin over the slopethe cat'll sleep in the mailboxand we'll never go to towntil we bury every dream inthe cold cold groundcold cold groundgimme a

Winchester rifle and a whole box of shellsblow the roof off the goat barnlet it roll down the hillthe piano is firewoodtimes square is a dream

I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold groundcold cold groundcold cold groundcall the cops on the

Breedlovesbring a bible and a ropeand a whole box of rebeland a bar of soapmake a pile of trunk tiresand burn 'em all downbring a dollar with you babyin the cold cold groundcold cold groundtake a weathervane roosterthrow rocks at his headstop talking to the neighborstil we all go deadbeware of my temperand the dog that

I've foundbreak all the windows in thecold cold groundcold cold ground