Lucinda / Ain't Goin Down To The Well - Birmingham - 07/03/08

Well they call me William the Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks, and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead.

Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Her skin as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
Now I'll never see heaven or home

I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight
A sly grin and a bowl full of stars
I was like a kid who captures a firefly
And leaves it only to die...

Now as I kick at the clouds at my hanging
As I swing out over the crowd
I will search every face for Lucinda's
And she will go off with me down to hell

The devil dances inside empty pockets
Oh but she never wanted money or pearls
No that wasn't enough for Lucinda
She wasn't that kind of girl

Well I thought I'd broke loose of Lucinda
The rain returned and so did the wind
I cast this burden on the god that is within me
And I'll leave this old world.

They call me William the Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks, and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead