Well, she’s (D)com ing down the stairs, comb ing back her yel low (E)hair,

and I ain’t gon where na be treat ed this a (E)way,

this a way.

And I (D)ain’t gon where na be treat ed this a (E)way.

Well, she (D)went up to her room and she sang a fate ful (E)tune,

and I’m go ing where those the chill y winds don’t (E)blow,

winds don’t blow.

And I’m (D)go ing where those the chill y winds don’t (E)way.

(E)blow.

Well, I (E)snow.

Run me out in the cold rain and (E)snow.

Run me out in the cold rain and (E)snow.

Run me (E)snow.