Cold Rain And Snow — Grateful Dead

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

Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And i ain't goin be treated this ol' way

Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune Well i'm goin where those chilly winds don't blow