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Deep Ol' Well

The crickets hum in the wheat fields, sky's a hazy red. 
I been roughin up my hands and I've been dying in my head. 
Got a fifth of whiskey left to drink and I'm sweatier than hell. 
Got a few more lifetimes left to dig this deep ol' well. 

Not sure if I'm bound to find anything of worth, 
moving limestone, rock and steel, and a thousand tons of earth. 
Blasting through the graveyards where all our heroes fell. 
And their stories echo one by one as I dig this deep ol' well. 

Jesus never loved me, but God is on my side 
And I touched the razor's edge where Hell and Earth collide. 
And I've breathed the darkest nighttime when a man becomes a shell. 
I ain't never going back there. So I dig this deep ol' well. 

With just a little digging any man can find 
That choking, smokey blowback that devestates a mind. 
Someday we may all harmonize like a resonating bell. 
But til then, I'm gonna break my back and dig this deep ol' well.
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