The water's wonderful there

And the women aren't bad

Neither when you look at them

Twice, but the blame



Lies in that glass from the tap

For making me want to go back.

I went looking for where they get

It from but I got a ticket



For speeding; and when I said

I'm Mister Shine, a black ghost,

Cop said that's too bad.

Glow I was lost.



But my sermon is about the water,

How it's precious like family

When you wanting something familiar.

It made me happy-- 



It taste like baby's breath,

Like dew. I never knew sweeter water.

But I'm a spook's spook; I stole

This story from a dead man's mouth.



He was a preacher from Virginia

Who before he expired said:

Somewhere there's a well of sweet water.

Somewhere in Ohio or maybe Carolina.