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Cold Rain and Snow Lyrics, The Grateful Dead Lyrics,

Well she’s coming down the stairs, combin’ back her yellow hair.
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a way.
This a wayyyy.
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a way.
Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune.
And I’m goin’ where those chilly winds don’t blow.
Winds don’t bloooow.
And 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.

Run me out in the cold rain and snow. (x5)
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THE GRATEFUL DEAD,
COLD RAIN AND SNOW Lyrics,