Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life
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Run me out in the cold rain and snow
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Rain and snow, run me out in the cold rain and snow
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Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair
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And I ain't goin be treated this ol' way
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Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune
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Well I'm goin where those chilly winds don`t blow
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Cold Rain And Snow
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Grateful Dead |