Brian Burns - Well of the Blues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(with Gary P. Nunn)
Amoeba man, he runs from hot, wraps up from the cold
Old evil man, he worries a lot 'bout how he's gonna save his soul
Easy man, maybe he like whiskey, silly girl, maybe she got caught
And old lazy bones, maybe he stays home, saw more than he sought

CHORUS:
The well of the blues - oh, it never runs dry
It never gets full enough of whiskey and rye
The well of the blues...
Preacher man bad-mouths the bottle and Mama pours it down the drain
Old grandpa likes to keep it within reach, it eases his favorite pain
And all year long old teetotallers' songs would echo grandpa's fall
But on the holidays everything's okay, even judges forget the laws
REPEAT CHORUS
Well, there's natural-born winners and losers out lookin' for the old time thrill
They get the Indians' luck, the burnin' cup, stuck with a whiskey still
Till it fills the head and makes the bed spin like a wildcat drill
Borin' a hole down deep in your soul that only a bottle can fill
REPEAT CHORUS