Back to the Well

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Oh the great lakes are dry
And I can’t get relief
From the salt tears streaming in my eyes
And the cracks in the mud
Are the maps of my grief
Clouds aren’t darkening the skies

Back to the well
I will walk back to the well
And it is from the well I will drink
For the well is deep
And the water is clear
And it’s so much nearer than we think

The great Mississippi is
But a ribbon of dust
That is frayed and torn at New Orleans
The Gulf of Mexico
Is ready to combust
From Tampa to the Philippines

The seven seas have ceased
To be the authors of waves
As I trudge in the shadows of wrecks
To be joined by the parched
Who are risen from their graves
Skeleton crews upon their decks

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Latin Quarter Acoustic – I (Together)

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