[00:00.562]There is a spring, not far from here
[00:10.906]The water runs both sweet and clear —
[00:19.500]Both sweet and clear, and cold:
[00:28.695]Could crack your bones
[00:33.215]With veins of gold
[00:37.264]I stood, a-wagging, at the tap;
[00:46.589]Just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap
[00:55.419]I held the cold tin ladle to my lip
[01:04.274]At the Shrine of the Thousand Arms
[01:07.226]I lowered my eyes to sip
[01:12.529]What a beautiful day to catch my drift
[01:19.895]Or be caught up in it
[01:31.128]You want your love, Love?
[01:35.282]Come and get your love;
[01:37.424]I only took it back
[01:40.166]Because I thought you didn't
[01:45.104]How my ears did ring
[01:49.309]At the municipal pound
[01:53.306]From that old hangdog
[01:58.086]To which I was bound:
[02:02.057]Curled 'round the bottom rung —
[02:06.472]Doesn't anybody want you?
[02:10.599]Well, come on, darlin
[02:12.898]I could use someone like you around
[02:18.566]I am not like you, I ain't from this place
[02:26.482]And I do reserve the right
[02:29.668]To repeat all my same mistakes
[02:35.729]And, in the night, like you
[02:40.013]I certainly bite and chew
[02:44.062]What I can find
[02:46.361]And never seem to lose the taste
[02:51.794]What a horrible face I feel me make —
[03:01.094]For Pete's sake
[03:09.009]What you have told me, I cannot erase! —
[03:15.435](Though I keep on saying
[03:17.394]And I do believe, it is not too late)
[03:24.891]All day, you're hassling me with trifles:
[03:41.923]Black nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle
[03:58.276]Indicating, with a nudge
[04:03.657]God, No God. God, No God
[04:10.788]Sweet, appraising eye of the dog
[04:15.961]Blink once if god
[04:18.782]Twice if no god
[04:24.712]My mama may be ashamed of me
[04:32.418]With all of my finery:
[04:42.501]Carrying on
[04:44.591]Whooping it up till the early morn
[04:48.039]Lost and lorn
[04:50.260]Among the madding revelry!
[04:54.909]Sure, I can pass
[04:59.611]Honey, I can pass
[05:03.791]Particularly when I start to tip my glass
[05:11.575]I'll be a sport
[05:13.508]And have a go at that old song
[05:17.322]Singing unabashed, about
[05:18.890]'Them city girls
[05:21.032]With their ribbon bows
[05:23.017]And their fancy sash...'
[05:26.517]But, though I get so sad
[05:29.652](could swear the night
[05:31.820]Makes a motion to claim me
[05:34.694]Around that second verse)
[05:36.470]I reckon I've felt worse
[05:38.194]And still held fast
[05:42.609]But, later on, when I am alone
[05:46.344]Alone at last
[05:49.375]Well I take my god to task
[05:53.972]I take my god to task
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