Mud-covered dogs guarding shotgun shacks
A red door on a green Cadillac
Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets
A face I recognize looking right through me
Ain't goin' down to the well no more
Believe I've had my fill
I worked that ground til I done got sore
Ain't goin' back down to the well
You played that dive twenty some-odd years
With the faith and whiskey you killed your fear
I remember the night you broke down to the core
Threw that black Stratocaster through a plate-glass door
Ain't goin' down to the well no more
Believe I've had my fill
I worked that ground til I done got sore
Ain't goin' 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 til the blazin' day
What's she doin here tonight watching me that way
Ain't goin' down to the well no more
Believe I've had my fill
I worked that ground til I done got sore
Ain't goin' back down to the well