Water from the Well

Let's go to Leroy's in the fall
Let's take the backroad
Find a stone to kick along the way

Maybe tomorrow, go to town
Maybe tomorrow
Much too high and it's much too fine today

Won't you bring me some water from the well
If you're going on down
Ellie Mae, holler to a Elijah
Go on Momma, rest your eyes
This ain't no time to cry
Elijah's listening to the Rolling Stones
And the well's gone dry

Damn chickens in the garden rows again
Just a pickin' at the beanpole
Myrlie's been chasing them birds around all day
Maybe a little rain is blowin' in
Winds a pickin' up the bedclothes
Grandma's knitting, she ain't got much to say now

Won't you bring me some water from the well
If you're going on down
Ellie Mae, holler to a Elijah
Go on Momma, rest your eyes
This ain't no time to cry
Elijah's listening to the Rolling Stones
And the well's gone dry
And the well's gone dry
And the well's gone dry