[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:00.11]Richard Thompson - Poor Ditching Boy [00:13.96]Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad [00:19.83]The river too weary to flood [00:25.15]The storming wind cut through to my skin [00:30.43]But she cut through to my blood [00:38.24]I was looking for trouble to tangle my line [00:44.34]But trouble came looking for me [00:49.30]I knew I was standing on treacherous ground [00:54.85]I was sinking too fast to run free [00:59.73]With her scheming idle ways [01:05.89]She left me poor enough [01:11.42]The storming wind cut through to my skin [01:16.64]But she cut through to my blood [01:22.22]I would not be asking I would not be seen [01:28.21]A beggin on mountain or hill [01:32.81]But I'm ready and blind with my [01:36.26]Hands tied behind [01:38.83]I've neither a mind nor a will [01:43.65]With her scheming idle ways [01:50.03]She left me poor enough [01:55.61]The storming wind cut through to my skin [02:01.21]But she cut through to my blood [02:09.14]It's bitter the need of the poor ditching boy [02:15.10]He'll always believe what they say [02:20.09]They tell him it's hard to be honest and true [02:25.71]Does he mind if he doesn't get paid [02:30.73]With her scheming idle ways [02:37.35]She left me poor enough [02:42.90]The storming wind cut through to my skin [02:47.79]But she cut through to my blood
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.11]Richard Thompson - Poor Ditching Boy
[00:13.96]Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
[00:19.83]The river too weary to flood
[00:25.15]The storming wind cut through to my skin
[00:30.43]But she cut through to my blood
[00:38.24]I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
[00:44.34]But trouble came looking for me
[00:49.30]I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
[00:54.85]I was sinking too fast to run free
[00:59.73]With her scheming idle ways
[01:05.89]She left me poor enough
[01:11.42]The storming wind cut through to my skin
[01:16.64]But she cut through to my blood
[01:22.22]I would not be asking I would not be seen
[01:28.21]A beggin on mountain or hill
[01:32.81]But I'm ready and blind with my
[01:36.26]Hands tied behind
[01:38.83]I've neither a mind nor a will
[01:43.65]With her scheming idle ways
[01:50.03]She left me poor enough
[01:55.61]The storming wind cut through to my skin
[02:01.21]But she cut through to my blood
[02:09.14]It's bitter the need of the poor ditching boy
[02:15.10]He'll always believe what they say
[02:20.09]They tell him it's hard to be honest and true
[02:25.71]Does he mind if he doesn't get paid
[02:30.73]With her scheming idle ways
[02:37.35]She left me poor enough
[02:42.90]The storming wind cut through to my skin
[02:47.79]But she cut through to my blood