Lyrics

If the river runs dry like it probably will I'll drink from the well 'till I get my fill If God likes a joke and I think that he may We'll both be there laughing at the end of the play What can I tell you? The way that they sell you Well, you can strike up the band With the back of her hand, it's alright What can I show you They think that they know you Well you can wrap up the show With all that you know, it's alright If they come looking for me you can tell them dead I might be there watching or hiding instead