Was there ever a winter so cold and so drear?
The river too weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
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
I was sinking too fast to run free
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
Oh I would not be asking, I would not be found
Begging on mountain or hill
But I’m ready and blind with my hands tied behind
I’ve neither a soul nor a will
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
Well it’s better by far than the poor ditching boy
Who 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?
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
Yes, the storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
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Continental Drifters Lyrics – The Poor Ditching Boy