Down to the Well

some mud covered dogs guarding shotgun shacks

a red door on a green cadillac

hot wind blowing smoke through a graveyard street

a face I recognize staring right through me[chorus]

ain't going down to the well no more

believe I've had my fill

I worked that ground 'til I done got sore

ain't going back down to the wellI played that dive twenty-some odd years

through the faith and 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[chorus][chorus]see that woman in the corner, brother she knows

every inch my body, every mile of my soul

we used to shake them on down to the blazing day

what's she doing here tonight watching me that way?[chorus], repeat