Verse
A                         G         D 
Mud colored dogs guarding shot gun shacks, 
G        D            G     A 
Red door on the green Cadillac 
     A                          G           D 
Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets 
    G          D            G           A 
A face I recognize staring back through me 
 
Chorus
                         G          D                    A 
Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill 
                        G       D 
Work that ground til I done got sore, 
D                           A 
Aint going back down to the well 
 
Verse
     A                   G         D 
Played that dive twenty some odd years 
              G             D           G         A 
Through the faith and the whiskey, you face your fears 
         A                      G           D 
I remember the night you broke down to the core, 
              G           D                G          A 
You threw a black Stratocaster through a plate glass door 
 
Chorus
                        G           D                    A 
Aint going down to the well no more,  Believe I had my fill 
                              G       D 
Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, 
D                           A 
Aint going back down to the well 
 
A   G  A        G D G A 
A   G  D        G D G A 
 
Chorus
                        G          D                   A 
Aint going down to the well no more, Believe I had my fill 
                             G        D 
Gonna Work that ground til I done got sore 
D                           A 
Aint going back down to the well 
 
Verse
          A                   G            D 
See that woman in the corner, brother she knows 
        G         D           G          A 
Every inch of my body, every mile of my soul 
             A                      G       D 
We used to shake em on down to the blazing day 
            G        D            G         A 
Whats she doing at night watching me that way 
 
Chorus
                        G          D                    A 
Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill 
                              G       D 
Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, 
D                           A 
Aint going back down to the well 
                        G          D                    A 
Aint going down to the well no more, believe I had my fill 
                              G       D 
Gonna work that ground til I done got sore, 
D                           A 
Aint going back down to the well 
 
Outro
A   G A       G D G A