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
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Uncle Ray bought a round
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don't worry about the army
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in the cold cold ground
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now don't be a cry baby
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when there's wood in the shed
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there's a bird in the chimmney
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and a stone in my bed
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when the road's washed out
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they pass the bottle around
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and wait in the arms
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of the cold cold ground
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cold cold ground
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there's a ribbon in the willow
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and a tire swing rope
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and a briar patch of berries
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takin over the slope
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the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
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and we'll never go to town
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til we bury every dream in
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the cold cold ground
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cold cold ground
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gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
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blow the roof off the goat barn
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let it roll down the hill
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the piano is firewood
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times square is a dream
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I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
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cold cold ground
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cold cold ground
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call the cops on the Breedloves
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bring a bible and a rope
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and a whole box of rebel
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and a bar of soap
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make a pile of trunk tires
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and burn 'em all down
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bring a dollar with you baby
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in the cold cold ground
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cold cold ground
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take a weathervane rooster
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throw rocks at his head
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stop talking to the neighbors
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til we all go dead
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beware of my temper
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and the dog that I've found
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break all the windows in the
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cold cold ground
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cold cold ground
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Cold Cold Ground (Live)
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| Tom Waits |
