The Poor Ditching Boy Songtext
von Fungus

Once the river winter took hold like society
A river too weary to flow
The storm and the wind cut through to me skin
But she′s cut through to me blood

I was looking for trouble to tangle me line
Trouble came looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
I was sinking too fast to run free

With her scheming Ida ways
She left me for none
The storm and the wind cut through to me skin
But she's cut through to me blood

Oh, I would not be asked and I would not be seen
Backing on mountain or hill
But I′m already in blind with my hands tied behind
And neither mine nor well


With her scheming Ida ways
She left me for none
The storm and the wind cut through to me skin
But she's cut through to me blood

Oh, it's bitter the need of the poor ditching boy
Who all remains believes what they say
They tell him it′s hard to be honest and true
They mind if he doesn′t get paid

With her scheming Ida ways
She left me for none
The storm and the wind cut through to me skin
But she's cut through to me blood

Oh, it′s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy
Who all remains believes what they say
They tell him it's hard to be honest and true
They mind if he doesn′t get paid

With her scheming Ida ways
She left me for none
The storm and the wind cut through to me skin
But she's cut through to me blood


With her scheming Ida ways
She left me for none
The storm and the wind cut through to me skin
But she′s cut through to me blood