Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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Dm
Along crags and sunless cracks I go
Am
Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone
Dm
I dare not slumber where the night winds whistle
Am
Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle

Dm
O the same God that abandon'd her
Am
Has in turn abandon'd me
Dm
And softenin' the turf with my tears
Am      Gm
I dug a Well of Misery

Dm
And, in that Well of Misery
Am
Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow
Dm
It swings slow an' achin' like a bell
Am
Its toll is dead and hollow

Dm
Down that well lies the long-lost dress
Am
of my lil floatin girl
Dm
That muffles a tear that you let fall
Am            Gm           Dm
All down that Well of Misery

Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare
and hoist that bucket, hither
Lord, crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank
Till ya muscles waste'n'wither

O the same God that abandon'd her
Has in turn abandon'd me
Deep in the Desert of Despair
I wait at the Well of Misery