| Some mud covered dogs guarding shotgun shacks
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| A red door on a green Cadillac
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| Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets
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| A face I recognize staring right through me
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| Ain’t going down to the well no more
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| Believe I’ve had my fill
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| I worked that ground 'til I done got sore
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| Ain’t going back down to the well
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| I played that dive twenty-some-odd years
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| Through the faith and 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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| Ain’t going down to the well no more
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| Believe I’ve had my fill
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| I worked that ground 'til I done got sore
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| Ain’t going back down to the well
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| Ain’t going down to the well no more
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| Believe I’ve had my fill
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| I worked that ground 'til I done got sore
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| Ain’t 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 them on down to the blazing day
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| What’s she doing here tonight watching me that way?
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| Ain’t going down to the well no more
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| Believe I’ve had my fill
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| I worked that ground 'til I done got sore
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| Ain’t going back down to the well
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| Ain’t going down to the well no more
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| Believe I’ve had my fill
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| I worked that ground 'til I done got sore
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| Ain’t going back down to the well |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down to the Well , by - Hard Working Americans. Song from the album Hard Working Americans, in the genre Иностранный рок