Cold Rain and Snow

Lyrics By: Traditional Music By: Traditional

Well she's coming down the stairs, combing back her yellow hair And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way This-a-way And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way

Well she went up to her room and she sang a fateful tune And I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow Winds don't blow And I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow

Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life Run me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow Run me out in the cold rain and snow