Chords for Richard Thompson - The Poor Ditching Boy

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