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.