Alan Baez - Highest of High Lyrics

Lord send me a well for this drought
The gallons up a quarter and I'm just about out
Send me a boat I'll sail to no wrong

As I row I will grow nice and strong
For I made my way home to you
If it's heaven or hell
Im ready for that, too

I beg with no malice
I, I plead with no harm
Send me a woman I'll treat her
Just like my arm

As to not be left alone
When the dogs got nothing but to bark
Out comes a voice sharp
Like a shadow out the dark

Something about you don't
Sit well with me
Don't know what it is
Must of been something I've seen

Youre a waste of space and a
A waste of time
Make on your way before you waste of mine

In your lowest of low
In your, in your highest of high
You've shown you get your way most of the time
Whether you beg, steal or borrow ain't no problem of mine
And if you're taken today or tomorrow I'll feel just fine