text: Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
  Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
  Theres a bell in the tower
  Uncle Ray bought a round
  Dont worry about the army
  In the cold cold ground
  Now dont be a cry baby
  When theres wood in the shed
  Theres a bird in the chimmney
  And a stone in my bed
  When the roads washed out
  They pass the bottle around
  And wait in the arms
  Of the cold cold ground
  Cold cold ground
  Theres a ribbon in the willow
  And a tire swing rope
  And a briar patch of berries
  Takin over the slope
  The catll sleep in the mailbox
  And well 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 well 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 Ive found
  Break all the windows in the
  Cold cold ground
  Cold cold ground