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Jerry Jeff Walker

Well Of The Blues

 

Well Of The Blues

(альбом: Walker's Collectibles - 1974)


Amoeba man, he runs from hot, wraps up from the cold
Old evil man, he worries a lot 'bout how he's gonna save his soul
Easy man, maybe he like whiskey, silly girl, maybe she got caught
And old lazy bones, maybe he stays home, saw more than he sought

The well of the blues oh, it never runs dry
It never gets full enough of whiskey and rye
The well of the blues...

Preacher man bad-mouths the bottle and Mama pours it down the drain
Old grandpa likes to keep it within reach, it eases his favorite pain
And all year long old teetotallers' songs would echo grandpa's fall
But on the holidays everything's okay, even judges forget the laws

The well of the blues...

Well, there's natural-born winners and losers out looking for the old time thrill
They get the Indians' luck, the burning cup, stuck with a whiskey still
Till it fills the head and makes the bed spin like a wildcat drill
Boring a hole down deep in your soul that only a bottle can fill

The well of the blues...

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