Twisted Richard Thompson The Poor Ditching Boy [G]Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad The river too weary to f[C]lood The [G]storming wind cut through to my skin But [C]she cut [D]through to my [G]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 Chorus: With her [C]sche[Am]ming, [G]idle [D]ways She [C]left me [Am]poor e[G]nough The storming wind cut through to my skin But [C (guitaretab.com)