Lyrics to Gas Well
I've never been too good to pick up a penny and lately I've been short of too damn many
Wife up and left, and baby in my ride, dog's at my feet beggin' for a bite
Empty pockets make sinners out of bona fide saints, swore to my daddy never tarnish his name
Droughts have been long and the floods have been fierce
Ain't made a profit on the farm in near a dozen years
There's money all around eight thousand feet down
Be a few more months 'fore the drill can break ground
So far behind every loan is dеnied and the bank has a mind to kick us out of herе
I'd see this whole world ground down to sand if I ever see the day that a suit takes my land
I've got a pistol and some TNT
There's an armoured truck on Tuesday carries what I need
I'm not proud of this cliff I'm jumpin'
But I've gotta make it through 'til the gas starts pumpin'
I'll take it on the road where no one will see
I know the mountains better than a warrior Cherokee
I grew up with Tommy and he did right by me
I'll take the cash he's guardin' and buy whatever I need
I've got a pistol and some TNT
There's an armoured truck on Tuesday carries what I need
I'm not proud of this cliff I'm jumpin'
But I've gotta make it through 'til the gas starts pumpin'
I hope daddy's not lookin' down as I wait here for that truck
And if he is I pray to God he sends a little luck
I've never been too good to pick up a penny and lately I've been swimmin' in so damn many
Every cheque I receive comes at a high price
Sometimes I visit Tommy's grave at night
And the well'll yield high for many years
And damn my reckonin' surely nears
Wife up and left, and baby in my ride, dog's at my feet beggin' for a bite
Empty pockets make sinners out of bona fide saints, swore to my daddy never tarnish his name
Droughts have been long and the floods have been fierce
Ain't made a profit on the farm in near a dozen years
There's money all around eight thousand feet down
Be a few more months 'fore the drill can break ground
So far behind every loan is dеnied and the bank has a mind to kick us out of herе
I'd see this whole world ground down to sand if I ever see the day that a suit takes my land
I've got a pistol and some TNT
There's an armoured truck on Tuesday carries what I need
I'm not proud of this cliff I'm jumpin'
But I've gotta make it through 'til the gas starts pumpin'
I'll take it on the road where no one will see
I know the mountains better than a warrior Cherokee
I grew up with Tommy and he did right by me
I'll take the cash he's guardin' and buy whatever I need
I've got a pistol and some TNT
There's an armoured truck on Tuesday carries what I need
I'm not proud of this cliff I'm jumpin'
But I've gotta make it through 'til the gas starts pumpin'
I hope daddy's not lookin' down as I wait here for that truck
And if he is I pray to God he sends a little luck
I've never been too good to pick up a penny and lately I've been swimmin' in so damn many
Every cheque I receive comes at a high price
Sometimes I visit Tommy's grave at night
And the well'll yield high for many years
And damn my reckonin' surely nears