The Poor Ditching Boy
[G]Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
The river too weary to f[C]lood
The [G]storming wind cut through to my skin
But [C]she cut [D]through to my [G]blood
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
But trouble came looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
I was sinking too fast to run free
Chorus:
With her [C]sche[Am]ming, [G]idle [D]ways
She [C]left me [Am]poor e[G]nough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But [C]she cut [D]through to my [G]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?
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
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[G]Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
The river too weary to f[C]lood
The [G]storming wind cut through to my skin
But [C]she cut [D]through to my [G]blood
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
But trouble came looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
I was sinking too fast to run free
Chorus:
With her [C]sche[Am]ming, [G]idle [D]ways
She [C]left me [Am]poor e[G]nough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But [C]she cut [D]through to my [G]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?
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
[email protected]
