Lyrics

Hiding ‘hind a closed door, hear you creeping in my room
My sanity and sinews, stretched upon a loom
Hear you rasping at my window, hear you scraping at my walls
Hear the Black Dog a-barking, hear the devil come to call
Turn a king into a pauper, and a freeman to a slave
And it’s the coldest of blues this side of the grave

When I’m howling like a baby, ain’t got no mama’s arms
They say ‘come on, take your medicine, it can’t do you any harm’
I can’t work and feed my daughter, I can’t love and please my wife
And I’m screaming bloody murder, I wanna end this bloody life
And the bed you gotta lie on mightn’t be the one you made
And it’s the coldest of blues this side of the grave

They hurt you on the outside, if you let your armour down
And they hurt you on the inside, if you just let em stick around
Say I’m a cruel and I’m a cold one, and everything I do is wrong
But I tell you they’re mistaken, I’m just trying to get along
It’ll find you in the sunlight, and it’ll get you in the shade
And it’s the coldest of blues
It’s the coldest of blues
It’s the coldest of blues this side of the grave