Drive-by Truckers When The Well Runs Dry
There is a sacrifice you make
With people along the way
When there is nowhere to run and nowhere to stay
And wheels still move,
They won't slow down.
Even when they spin'n in the same soft ground
There is a tear in her eye
'Cause she's known you too long
And she's can't tell the singer from the wore out song.
When the well runs dry,
There is nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day.
Everything is fine.
You don't like it that way.
Something has to die, When the well runs dry.
There was a dancer I used to give, by giving her
cigarettes.
She told me that I haven't quite hurt enough yet
So I let her do me wrong, but not for very long
And I put her in the mirror and I put her in the song
When the well runs dry,
There is nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day.
Everything is fine.
You don't like it that way.
Something has to die, When the well runs dry.
Silly little appetite, your will is getting weak
You let my mind get fattened up
Now I am quiet when I ain't suppose to speak
But I speak up when I've had enough
Singer we used to know, let himself go
Played fifteen minutes of a sold out show,
Everybody laughed in the aftermath
And he never came back, no he never came back.
When the well runs dry,
There is nothing left to say
Throw up your hands and wail all day.
Everything is fine.
But, you don't like it that way.
Something has to die, When the well runs dry.
