there is a spring
ot far from here
the water runs both sweet and clear
both sweet and clear
and cold
could crack your bones
with veins of gold
i stood a-wagging at the tap
just a-waiting on the lagging rising sap
i held the cold tin neck up to my lip
at the shrine of a thousand arms alone
my eyes took sip
what a beautiful day
to catch my drift
or be caught up in it
you want your love, love
come and get your love
i only took it
back because i thought you didn't
how my ears did ring
at the municipal pound
from that old hound dog
to each of the bells
go round the bottom end
that nobody wants you
well come on darlin
i could use someone like you around
i am not like you
i aint from this place
and i do reserve the right to repeat
all my same mistakes
but in the night
like you
i certainly bite and chew
well i can find
i never seem to lose the taste
what a horrible face
i feel me make
for pete's sake
what you have told me
you cannot erase
though i keep on saying
and i do believe
it is not too late
all day you hassle me
with trifles
black nose of the dog
as cold as a rifle
indicating with a nudge
god
o god
god no god
sweet appraising eye of the dog
blink once if god
twice if no god
my mama may be
ashamed of me
with all of my finery
carrying on whooping it up
to the early morn
lost alone among the maddening revelry
shoot i can't pass
honey i can't pass
particularly when i stop to tip my glass
i'll be a sport and have a go
at that old song
singing unabashed
about city girls with the ribbon bows
and the fancy sach
but then i get so sad
could swear the night makes a motion to claim me
round' the second verse
i reckon i felt the worst
and still held fast
but later on when i'm all alone
alone at last
well i take my god to task
i take my dog-gone god to task.