[Intro: Neck-pickup guitar: soft palm-mute lick with spring reverb,] [low Hammond pad swells; distant thunder one-shot, fade in.] [Verse 1] Road dust sleeping on my open hands, Sun draws maps across the broken land. Windmill turns but the well runs shy, Your name’s a cloud in a bone-dry sky. I read your letter by a kitchen light, Ink like rivers I can’t ride tonight. [Chorus] Bring a little water to my door, Cold and clear like it was before. If your heart’s a river,let it find my shore— Baby,bring a little water to my door. [Verse 2] Tin roof ticking in the evening heat, Crickets counting where our pulses meet. I keep your picture in a coffee tin, Pray for thunder,hear the silence grin. The gravel whispers that you’re miles away, I taste the rain that never stays. [Melodic Interlude: Clean lyrical guitar motif (call) + slide/resonator answer (response);] [two bars of brushed snare shuffle, bass sings a simple counterline.] [Chorus] Bring a little water to my door, Cold and clear like it was before. If your heart’s a river,let it find my shore— Baby,bring a little water to my door. [Bridge] Some nights are desert,some nights are wine, I follow the riverline. Leave me a lantern by the orchard gate, I’ll drink your name and not be late. [Solo: clean,lyrical,melody-first] [Final Chorus] Bring a little water to my door, Two hands steady as the dawn runs warm. If your heart’s a river,we don’t need more— Just bring a little water to my door. [Outro] Screen door breathing,the night keeps score.
