Lyrics: Grateful Dead. Cold Rain & Snow.

Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair
And I ain't goin' be treated this old way, this old way
And I ain't goin' be treated this old way

Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune
Well I'm goin' where those chilly winds don't blow, winds don't blow
Well I'm goin' 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

Run me out in the cold rain and snow
Run me out in the cold rain and snow
Run me out in the cold rain and snow
Run me out in the cold rain and snow