The Poor Ditching Boy

          A
Was there ever a winter so cold and 
so sad
                            D
With the river too weary to flood
    A
The stormy wind cut through to my 
skin
    D       E             A     D
But she cut through to my blood

[Verse]
      A
I was looking for trouble to tangle 
my line
                               D
But trouble come a-looking for me
  A
I knew I was standing on treacherous
 ground
          D           E           
But I was sinking too fast to run 
A
free

[Chorus]
         D    Bm   A    E
With her scheming, idle ways
    D       Bm    A
She left me poor enough
A
The storming wind cut through to my 
skin
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    D       E             A  Bm  E
But she cut through to me blood....

[Instrumental]
A      D    A
A      D  E  A
D  Bm  A  E  D  Bm  A
A      D  E  A

[Verse]
A
Now I would not be asking, I would 
not be seen
                                D
Either begging on a mountain or hill
         A
'Til I’m ready and I’m blind, with 
my arms tied behind
         D         E          A    D
But I’ve neither a mind nor a will

[Verse]
         A
Oh, it’s bitter the need of the poor
 ditching boy
For he’ll always believe what they 
D
say
         A
But they tell him it’s hard to be 
honest and true
        D            E           
Does he mind that he doesn’t get 
A
paid?

[Chorus]
         D    Bm   A    E
With her scheming, idle ways
    D       Bm    A
She left me poor enough
A
The storming wind cut through to my 
skin
    D       E             A
But she cut through to me blood

[Chorus]
         D    Bm   A    E
With her scheming, idle ways
    D       Bm    A
She left me poor enough
A
The storming wind cut through to my 
skin
    D       E             D   E   A
But she cut through to me blood.....