Richard Thompson – Poor Ditching Boy (Guitar)

          G
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad

                        C
The river too weary to flood

    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    C       D             G
But she cut through to my blood

      G
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

    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    C       D             G 
But she cut through to my blood

  G
I would not be asking, I would not be seen

  G                      C
A-beggin’ 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

    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    C       D             G 
But she cut through to my blood

     G
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

    G
The storming wind cut through to my skin

    C       D             G 
But she cut through to my blood