Twisted

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

I was looking for trouble to tangle 
my line
But trouble came looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous
 ground
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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
The storming wind cut through to my 
skin
    C       D             G
But she cut through to my blood

I would not be asking, I would not 
be seen
A-beggin’ on mountain or hill
But I’m ready and blind with my 
hands tied behind
I’ve neither a mind nor a will

Chorus

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