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 A But I was sinking too fast to run 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 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 D For he’ll always believe what they say A But they tell him it’s hard to be honest and true D E A Does he mind that he doesn’t get 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.....