Down To The Well

Mud colored dogs guarding shot gun shacks, Red door on the green Cadillac Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets A face I recognize staring back through me Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill Work that ground til I done got sore, Aint going back down to the well Played that dive twenty some odd years Through the faith and the whiskey, you face your fears I remember the night you broke down to the core, You threw a black Stratocaster through a plate glass door Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, Aint going back down to the well Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill Gonna Work that ground til I done got sore Aint going back down to the well See that woman in the corner, brother she knows Every inch of my body, every mile of my soul We used to shake em on down to the blazing day Whats she doing at night watching me that way Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, Aint going back down to the well Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, Aint going back down to the well