Cold cold ground
par Tom Waits
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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
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