El maravilloso Tom Waits
Crestfallen sidekick in an old cafeNever slept with a dream before he had to go awayThere's a bell in the tower, Uncle Ray bought a roundDon't worry 'bout the army in the cold, cold ground
Cold, cold groundCold, cold groundCold, cold ground
Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shedThere's a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bedWhen the road's washed out, we pass the bottle aroundAnd wait in the arms of the cold, cold ground
The cold, cold groundThe cold, cold groundThe cold, cold ground
There's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing ropeOh, and a briar patch of berries takin' over the slopeThe cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to townTill we bury every dream in the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold groundThe cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold ground
Give me a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shellsBlow the roof off the goat barn, let it roll down the hillThe piano is firewood, Times Square is a dreamI find we'll lay down together in the cold, cold ground
The cold, cold groundThe cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold ground
We'll call the cops on the Breedloves, bring a Bible and a ropeAnd a whole box of Rebel and a bar of soapMake a pile of truck tires and burn 'em all downBring a dollar with you, baby, in the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold ground
Take a weathervane rooster, throw rocks at his headStop talking to the neighbors until we all go deadBeware of my temper and the dog that I've foundBreak all the windows in the cold, cold ground
In the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold groundIn the cold, cold ground
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