| I, I am unfrail, catch you by the tail | 
| Put a letter in the mail that says, «Dear John» | 
| I could care less about your happiness | 
| Made this bed, made this mess, so lap it up | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit | 
| You walk around just like you own this town | 
| Well, I hate to let you down, you’re extinct | 
| You do what you can, take it like a man | 
| Another chip upon your shoulder, son of a gun | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit | 
| The one who got away | 
| The one who wouldn’t say | 
| «Daddy do it to me one more time» | 
| The one who lived to tell | 
| The one who broke your spell | 
| It’s all just smoke and mirrors, monkeyshine | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, didn’t help a bit | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, it didn’t help a bit | 
| Down in the hollow, witching for water | 
| Cussed and I cussed, cussed and I cussed | 
| Dear John |