Down to the Well

Some mud covered dogs guarding shotgun shacks
A red door on a green Cadillac
Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets
A face I recognize staring right through me
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 well
I 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
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 well
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 well
See that woman in the corner, brother, she knows
Every inch of 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?
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 well
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 well