S M Borthwick - When the Well Runs Dry Lyrics

Well Scatalin Farm got a brand new mule
Everybody hope it kick him in the head
He led you by a rope, played you for a fool
I know what it means to break another man's bread

Come harvest moon you're gonna feast for days
A-come winter storm you gotta set some by
The more you gets, the more you pays
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry

Now Hobart Smith shot the Anderson dog
Then Beau Anderson burned his whole house down
We're gonna see him swing, we're picking out a log
Waitin' for the hanging judge to roll back into town

A-come harvest moon you're gonna feast for days
A-come winter storm you gotta set some by
The more you gets, the more you pays
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry

I heard Ha Ha Jones got a shipment in
Gonna stop by for a social call
The whole town's gone blind on his bathtub gin
But nobody seems to mind at all

A-come harvest moon you're gonna feast for days
A-come winter storm you gotta set some by
The more you gets, the more you pays
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry

Sally MacAuley got a heart of gold
She loves me sore and there ain't no doubt
Her new husband is eighty-six years old
We're gonna be rich when his heart gives out

A-come harvest moon you're gonna feast for days
A-come winter storm you gotta set some by
The more you gets, the more you pays
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry

The more you gets, the more you pays
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry