Down To The Well

	  		
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Mud colored dogs guarding shot gun shacks, 
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 Red door on the green Cadillac 
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Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets 
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A face I recognize staring back through me 
                                     
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Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill 
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Work that ground til I done got sore,                                               
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Aint going back down to the well 

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Played that dive twenty some odd years 
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Through the faith and the whiskey, you face your fears 
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I remember the night you broke down to the core, 
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You threw a black Stratocaster through a plate glass door 
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Aint going down to the well no more,  Believe I had my fill 
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Gonna work that ground til I done got sore,  
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Aint going back down to the well 

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Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill 
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Gonna Work that ground til I done got sore 
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Aint going back down to the well 

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See that woman in the corner, brother she knows 
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Every inch of my body, every mile of my soul 
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We used to shake em on down to the blazing day 
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Whats she doing at night watching me that way 
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Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill 
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Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, 
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Aint going back down to the well 
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Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill 
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Gonna work that ground til I done got sore,  
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Aint going back down to the well 

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