A crestfallen sidekick in an old café

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 about the army in the cold cold ground

Cold cold ground

Cold cold ground

Cold cold ground

Now don't be a crybaby 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, 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

There's a ribbon in the willow, there's a tire-swing rope

There's a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope

The cat'll 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

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 we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground

In the cold cold ground

The cold cold ground

In the cold cold ground

We'll 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 I've 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