text: A crestfallen sidekick in an old café
  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
  Cold cold ground
  Cold cold ground
  Cold cold ground
  Now dont be a crybaby when theres wood in the shed
  Theres a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed
  When the roads washed out, we pass the bottle around
  And wait in the arms of the cold cold ground
  The cold cold ground
  In the cold cold ground
  In the cold cold ground
  Theres a ribbon in the willow, theres a tire-swing rope
  Theres a briar patch of berries takin over the slope
  The catll sleep in the mailbox and well never go to town
  Till 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 well lay down together in the cold cold ground
  In the cold cold ground
  The cold cold ground
  In the cold cold ground
  Well 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 until we all go dead
  Beware of my temper and the dog that Ive found
  Break all the windows 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