Cold Rain and Snow - Grateful Dead

Well she’s coming down the stairs, combing back her yellow hair

And I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way

This-a-way

And I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way

Well she went up to her room and she sang a fateful tune

And I’m going where those chilly winds don’t blow

Winds don’t blow

And I’m going 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