Tom Waits Cold Cold Ground

A crestfallen 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 crybaby

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

'Til 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