Bb Bbm F Bb Bbm F [Verse 1] Am Bb G Am Things are usually harder than they seem to need to be Am Bb G Am You learn that up on these stump branches by your momma’s knee Am G Bb F As she’s stooped over swearing at the cow to please hold still Bb Bbm F Am And gray into the pale steamed winter milk [Verse 2] Am Bb G Am And a lot of different men passed through for pickin’ or for hen Am Bb G Am And most are famous certain for going to beer parlors than saving G Bb F And it’s only the rare one who isn’t mainly on the make Bb Bbm F And him, he took a job at Williams Lake [Chorus 1] F Am Well it didn’t seem too much unless you got Gm C How underneath it flows the long, so full and hot C F Dm Like a June creek, when all the snow is melt Bb Bbm F That no one dreams would run as thin as winter milk Bb Bbm F {Verse 3] Am Bb G Am We didn’t go out often, or even fool around too much Am Bb G Am This giddy milk cow never kicked about his finger’s touch G Bb F His cheek read from her flank, as he looked up to smile hello Bb Bbm F He never sang but kept time to the radio [Chorus 2] F Am Well it wasn’t like a real love at a show Gm C With Deborah Kerr or anything I still don’t know F Dm How something flowing smooth as store bought silk Bb Bbm F Could just dry up or run as thin as winter milk Bb Bbm F Could just dry up or run as thin as winter milk