Poor Ditching Boy by Richard & Linda Thompson
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
                       C
The river too weary to flood
    G
The storm and the wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G
But she cut through to my blood
Verse 2
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
Chorus
         C    Am   G    D
With her scheming, idle ways
    C       Am    G
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G 
But she cut through to me blood
Verse 3
I would not be asking, I would not be seen
                         C
A-begging 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
Chorus
         C    Am   G    D
With her scheming, idle ways
    C       Am    G
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G 
But she cut through to me blood
Verse 4
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? 
          
Chorus
         C    Am   G    D
With her scheming, idle ways
    C       Am    G
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
    C       D             G       C  D  G
But she cut through to me blood