Deep Well Blues

I got the deep well blues
I got the deep well blues
I got the deep well blues
Oh my Lord, won't you throw me down a bucket?
I'm singing my blues from the bottom of a well
How deep it is I really can't tell
I got the deep well blues
I got the deep well blues
I got the deep well blues
If you'll drop down a bucket, we could really go to town
Oh, my Lord
We could really go to town
We could really go to town
I'm singing my blues from the bottom of a well
How deep it is I really can't tell
Mmmm, all I know is, it's quite a ways down
If you drop down a bucket you can really go to town
I can fill the bucket fresh with a cold clear water
That I know you'll truly relish
I find myself stuck deep underground
With all the water that I have found
I found myself stuck with unlimited supply
Of a cold clear water, yet I'll likely die
Cuz I can't get out of a deep dark hole
If you can help me, you can have a big bowl
I find myself stuck deep underground
I got the deep well blues
I got the deep well blues
I got the deep well blues
Oh my Lord, won't you throw me down a bucket?



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Andrew Harrington
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