A                         G         A
Mud colored dogs guarding shot gun shacks,
G     D          G          A
 Red door on the green Cadillac
     A                          G           A
Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets
    G          D            G           A
A face I recognize staring back through me
                                    
                         G          D                    A          
Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill
                        G              D
Work that ground til I done got sore,                                              
                            A
Aint going back down to the well

     A                   G         A
Played that dive twenty some odd years
              G             D           G         A          
Through the faith and the whiskey, you face your fears
         A                      G           D
I remember the night you broke down to the core,
              G           D                G          A
You threw a black Stratocaster through a plate glass door
                        G           D                    A
Aint going down to the well no more,  Believe I had my fill
                              G            D
Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, 
                              A
Aint going back down to the well

A   G  A  ----  G D G A
A   G  D  ----  G D G A

                        G          D                   A
Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill
                              G            D
Gonna Work that ground til I done got sore
                            A
Aint going back down to the well

          A                   G            A                       
See that woman in the corner, brother she knows
        G         D           G          A
Every inch of my body, every mile of my soul
             A                      G       D
We used to shake em on down to the blazing day
            G        D            G         A
Whats she doing at night watching me that way
                        G          D                    A
Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill
                              G            D
Gonna work that ground til I done got sore,
                              A
Aint going back down to the well
                        G          D                    A
Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill
                              G            D
Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, 
                             A
Aint going back down to the well

A   G A ----  G D G A 


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