Hard Working Americans - Down to the Well lyrics

some mud covered dogs guarding shotgun shacks a red door on a green cadillac hot wind blowing smoke through a graveyard street a face I recognize staring right through me [chorus] ain't going down to the well no more believe I've had my fill I worked that ground 'til I done got sore ain't going back down to the well I played that dive twenty-some odd years through the faith and whiskey, you face your fears I remember the night you broke down to the core you threw a black stratocaster through a plate gla** door [chorus] [chorus] see that woman in the corner, brother she knows every inch my body, every mile of my soul we used to shake them on down to the blazing day what's she doing here tonight watching me that way? [chorus], repeat