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C D G

[Verse]
          G
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
                        C
The river too weary to flood
    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G
But she cut through to my blood

      G
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
                             C
But trouble came looking for me
  G
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
      C           D           G
I was sinking too fast to run free

[Chorus]
         C   Am    G    D
With her scheming, idle ways
    C       Am    G
She left me poor enough
    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G 
But she cut through to my blood
  G
I would not be asking, I would not be seen
  G                      C
A-beggin’ on mountain or hill
        G
But I’m ready and blind with my hands tied behind
     C         D          G 
I’ve neither a mind nor a will

         C   Am    G    D
With her scheming, idle ways
    C       Am    G
She left me poor enough
    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G 
But she cut through to my blood

[Verse]
     G
It’s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy
                               C             
He’ll always believe what they say
     G
They tell him it’s hard to be honest and true
        C          D           G
Does he mind if he doesn’t get paid?           

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

[Otro]
C D G