Jacob’s Well © Bob Oldreive 2007 Following your taillights on a dark country road Full moon in a cloudless sky–hill country a la mode Raising dust and getting lost before we find the gate We can hide out here tonight our tracks have been erased Fiddle on the front porch in the warm cedar wind The devil dreams the spirits sing–a bard owl calls again Smoke trails from the campfire like an old Cajun rhyme They say the ghost swims at night–come on the water’s fine CHORUS Walk down to the crystal pool–midnight black, deep and cool By two a.m. we’re in its spell–take off your clothes and jump in Jacob’s Well She’s an emerald in the sunlight–her beauty pulls you in Some went searching for her heart and never came back again This is not our first time, it will not be our last I’ve squandered future memories–I won’t let this one pass CHORUS BRIDGE The water’s cold, it stops my heart I catch my breath and then it starts Your body gleams in the moonbeam light No one’s gonna care tonight Walk down to the crystal pool–midnight black, deep and cool By two a.m. we’re in its spell–we go and jump in Jacob’s Well