Description

One-Stop, Country folk, Slow tempo, dark, Southern, Western, Americana, sad, lonely, moody, dark, sparse, Male vocals, organ, strings, Nashville, Tennessee, United States

Lyrics

Sorrow holds the shovel digging in my soul The older I’ve become the deeper that it goes This well is never empty, with every passing year The water’s always rising, filling with my tears In this well I put to rest Every heartbreak, hurt, & loss till nothing’s left In this well, lay my troubles down From it’s depths is where my joy is found In this well Sorrow holds the shovel & it’s always been this way Used to terrify me but I’m no longer afraid I’ve come to recognize that the further sorrow digs The more sadness that I know, the more love I have to give In this well I put to rest Every heartbreak, hurt, & loss till nothing’s left In this well, lay my troubles down From it’s depths is where my joy is found In this well Sorrow holds the shovel, but it’s only for my good ‘Cause if I had the choice to do it’s work I never would In this well I put to rest Every heartbreak, hurt, & loss till nothing’s left In this well, lay my troubles down From it’s depths is where my joy is found In this well I let go All sadness, pain, & anger I’ve held close In this well, lay my troubles down From it’s depths is where my joy is found In this well