Poor Ditching Boy

G C D G Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad C The river too weary to flood G The storm and the 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 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 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 me blood I would not be asking, I would not be seen C A-begging 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 The storming wind cut through to my skin C D G But she cut through to me blood 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? 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 C D G But she cut through to me blood