Cold Cold Ground

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

We still got whiskey We still got gumbo

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

Let's start the party, down on ravine

saddest bunch of boys I ever seen

Get your buttons up all tight

Let them come we'll rue the night

one more time for everyone we see

There's hippie Jenny, golden hair

Dancing like she really doesn't care

I swear that girl just can't bring rain,

Carry shame or find the blame

None of us will ever be the same

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

We still got whiskey We still got gumbo

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

Let me hear that fiddle, from Mr. Michael

Holdin down the demons we brought round

He brought his sunshine he brought his moonshine

Let's celebrate while we're above the ground

Then brother Daniel, always at home

tales that wind you up around his thumbs

He'll roll a number and roll a yarn

Then sit right down and play his old guitar

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

We still got whiskey We still got gumbo

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

Then when drums come in from the famous Mr. bones,

stepping down the alley by our home

It's time we go, we've always known

I don't think I wanna let this go

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go

Ain't gonna go in the cold cold ground

Don't stop the party

Don't slow down

Ain't gonna be no parties down below

We gotta go

We gotta go

We gotta go in the cold cold ground

I ain't got no whiskey, I ain't got no gumbo

We gotta go in the cold cold ground