From the album Namoli Brennet Live

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Recorded live at the San Francisco LGBT Center, San Francisco, CA

Lyrics

There ain't no water in the well
There ain't no water in the well
Least as far as I can tell
There ain't no water in the well

There ain't no whiskey in the jar
There ain't no whiskey in the jar
These times are tough these times are hard
There ain't no whiskey in the jar

There ain't no money for the rent
There ain't no money for the rent
What we saved has all been spent
There ain't no money for the rent

We're heading to the west
To the land, to the land, to the land of the blest
Where the milk runs and the honey flows
And the oranges grow by the side of the road

There ain't no gas left in this car
There ain't no gas left in this car
And we have yet to go so far
There ain't no gas left in this car

And we are hungry, we are thin
We are hungry, we are thin
Tired as we've ever been
We are hungry, we are thin

There ain't no work left in these fields
There ain't no work left in these fields
It's such a bitter crop we yield
There ain't no work left in these fields

There ain't no mercy in this place
There ain't no mercy in this place
There ain't one single saving grace
There ain't no mercy in this place

We're heading to the west
To the land, to the land, to the land of the blest
Where the milk runs and the honey flows
And the oranges grow by the side of the road

We are angry but we're slow
Yes we are angry but we're slow
Maybe someday you'll come to know
That what you reap yes you will sow

Cause we are grapes upon the vine
We are grapes upon the vine
And we will ripen in our time
We will ripen in our time
We will ripen in our time