Chords for Poor Ditching Boy

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_ _ Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad,
Ever too weary [C] to flood? _ _
[G] The storm in the wind cut through to my skin,
It [C] cut [D] through to [G] my blood. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I was looking for trouble to tangle my line,
But trouble came looking [C] for me. _ _ _
[G] I knew I was standing on treacherous ground,
I was sinking [D] too fast to run [G] free.
_ With [C] ice came [Am] _
in,
[G] I'd _ [D] always,
[C] It left [Am] me _ [G] prone. _ _
_ The storm in the wind cut through to my skin,
[C] It cut [D]
through to my [G] blood. _ _ _
I would not be asking, I would not be saying,
_ Begging on mountain or [C] hill,
_ _ But I'm already _ blind with my hands tied behind, _
[C] I'm neither [D] mine [G] nor well. _
With [C] ice _ [Am] came in,
[G] I'd _ [D] always,
[C] It left me [Am] prone.
[G] _ _ The _ storm in the wind cut through to my skin,
[C] It [D] cut through [G] to my blood. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's bitter the need of the poor ditching boy,
He'll always believe what [C] they say, _
[G] They tell him it's hard to be honest and true,
[C] Does he mind [D] if he doesn't [G] get paid?
_ With [C] ice came _ [Am] in,
[G] _ I'd [D] always,
[C] It left me [Am] _ [G] prone. _
_ _ _ The storm in the wind cut through to my skin,
[C] It cut [D] through to my [G] blood. _ _
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