Poor Ditching Boy歌词-Richard Thompson

Poor Ditching Boy歌词由Richard Thompson演唱，出自专辑《Live From London》，下面是《Poor Ditching Boy》完整版歌词！

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Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad

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

I would not be asking

I would not be seen

A beggin' on mountain or hill

But I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind

I've neither a mind 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

It's bitter the need of the poor ditching boy

He'll 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