Well Of The Blues     Gary P. Nunn

Capo 2nd fret

(Am)    (Em)    (Fj7)    (hold) (F)    
(C) Amoeba man, he runs from hot,
(F)Wraps up from the (C)cold,
Old evil man, he worries a lot
'Bout (G)how he's gonna save his soul.
An (C)easy man, maybe he like whiskey,
Silly (F)girl, maybe she got (C)caught,
And old (F)lazy bones, maybe (C)he stays home,
He (G)saw more than he (C)sought.

The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es, yeah, it never runs (Fj7)dry,
It never gets (Am)full e(Em)nough of whiskey and (Fj7)rye,
The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es.(Fj7)

Well now, the (C)preacher man badmouths the bottle,
And (F)Mama pours it down the (C)drain,
Old Grandpa, he likes to keep it in reach,
It (G)eases his favorite pain.
And (C)all year long old teetotallers' songs
Will (F)echo Grandpa's (C)fall,
But on the (F)holiday, hell, every(C)thing's okay,
The (G)judges forget the (C)law.

The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es seems to never run (Fj7)dry,
It never gets (Am)full e(Em)nough of whiskey and (Fj7)rye,
The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es.(Fj7)
 - Instrumental verse - 

There's natural-born winners and losers,
Out (F)lookin' for the old time (C)thrill,
They have the Indians' luck, the burnin' cup,
(G)Stuck by a whiskey still,
'Til it (C)fills the head and makes the bed spin
(F)Like a wildcat (C)drill,
(F)Borin' a hole down (C)deep in your soul
That (G)only the bottle can (C)fill.

The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es seems to never run (Fj7)dry,
It never gets (Am)full e(Em)nough that old whiskey and (Fj7)rye.
The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es, oh, it never runs (F)dry,
It never gets (Am)full e(Em)nough, never full enough  of (Fj7)whiskey and rye.
The well of the (Am)blu(Em)es, yeah, it never runs (Fj7)dry,
It never gets (Am)full e(Em)nough…(Fj7)

© Gary P. Nunn, All Rights Reserved

This is Jerry Jeff Walker's version.

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