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