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Don’t drink the water after midnight
Don’t drink the water after noon
Don’t drink the water after midnight
Don’t give it away, boy, too soon

Your old man he’s a farmer raised up working the land
He’d bow his head, say grace, give thanks for the fine bread 
Then he’d wash it down with the water that runs from a dry well 
She can’t stand living with the man

The Reverend’s girl was born a slave to suffering
Yet how she clings to the faith she’s eager to lose
She says, “Father, how many times must I wonder
Why the drinks are free from the river than flows from a deep well?”

Don’t drink the water after midnight
Don’t drink the water after noon
Don’t drink the water after midnight
Don’t give it away, boy, too soon

Now the red clay earth stains the heart of everything
And the hard, cold, wooden boards…they chill her feet
She says, “I’ve been lost in loving only one man 
He takes his drink from the water that runs from a dry well.”

Don’t drink the water after midnight
Don’t drink the water after noon
Don’t drink the water after midnight
Don’t give it away, boy, too soon