Pleas > Chilly Water - Widespread Panic

In the easy chair with my boots on

Melted whiskey in my hand

I couldn’t have been asleep for more than three hours

Time to go to work again

Once more I beat the sunrise

And there’s a dark breeze at my door

Raise the water from the well up to my face

How could a man like me be poor?

As long as there’s water

Chilly wet water

Gimme some of that cool water

Well, my horse’s eyes are glassy

He breathed the city in his lungs last night

I lead his natural body

To the trough to regain his might

Red rooster crow them blues here

That Old Blue he round the bull

And the mornin’s crying rays of sunrise

It hasn’t rained for three weeks full

As long as there’s water

Chilly well water

Gimme some of that cool, cool water

Venus light is rising

I lay my buckets inside the shed

And there’s a man I see — a stranger

Leaning on the gate outside my fence

Said «I'm riding out from the city

Where they started holding water back last night

I was hoping I could get a drink from your well

Before I ride on to another city tonight»

Before I ride on to another city tonight

Before I ride on to another city tonight

Chilly well, chilly well water

Cool well, chilly well water

Before I ride on