Billy's Band - Cold Ground

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 around.
Don't worry 'bout the army

In the cold cold ground...
In the cold cold ground...
The cold cold ground...
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 chimney 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
In the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

There's a ribbon in the willow and a swing rope
And a brier patch of berries taking over the slope,
The cat will sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town,
Till we bury every dream

In the cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

Now gimme a Winchester rifle and a box full of shells,
Stop talking to the neighbors
Till we all go dead.
Beware of my temper and the dog that I've found
I find we lay down together in the

Cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground
The cold cold ground
In the cold cold ground

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 'bout the army

In the cold cold ground...
In the cold cold ground...
The cold cold ground...
In the cold cold ground...