Wellspring

Danny's father was drinker
He couldn't quit to save his life
Or that of his son, or his daughter, or his beautiful life
He left one night after he murdered his bestfriend with a knife
He snuck away into the dark and didn't stop to say goodbye

He rode 12 days to the border
Where the caliber of a man
Is measured by the caliber of pistol in his hand
He lasted a week before the others
Saw he was a man from whom to take
And on a Saturday night he was shot after a card game

In a drunken bloody stupor
He climbed on his horse and headed North
He went crying through the night trying to get back home
And at dawn he was not dead, but he was dying of thirst
And his horse found a well in the middle of the desert

He slumped off to get a drink
Slipped and cracked his head on the edge
And Danny's father fell and sank into the darkness
And at that very hour, Danny woke to the screams
Of his sister, and his mother, and a band of Apaches

Danny's mother grabbed the shotgun and opened the front door
Found a hatchet in her chest before she could do anything more
And his sister was pulled from the house and then went silent
Danny knew there was nothing left to do but make a run for it

He rode hard without stopping, 3 days and nights away from hell
He passed out on his horse and it led him to a well
And he woke, baking in the sun, and could not believe his eyes
He drew up bucket after bucket and drank water through the night

His belly full, and somehow hot, he began to feel the rot
Work its way through his veins and into the depths of his brain
And his horse began to stammer and kick with a craze
Danny knew then that the water was unsafe

As he laid dying with his horse, he somehow came to understand
It was the death of his father where his own death began
And no man can escape the sins his father makes
He is bound in blood to what he does and all that he takes

He is bound in blood to what he does and all that he takes