Sons of the Pioneers, Marty Robbins, Slim
Whitman, Hank Williams
All day I face the barren waste, Without the taste of water,
Cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry, and souls that cry for water,
Cool, clear, water
The nights are cool and I’m a fool
Each star’s a pool of water,
Cool water
And with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water,
Cool, clear, water
Keep a-movin’ Dan
Don’t ya listen to him Dan
He’s a devil of a man
And he spreads the burning sand with water
Dan can you see
That big green tree
Where the water’s running free and it’s waiting there
for you and me?
Water, Cool clear water
The shadows sway and seem to say tonight we pray for water,
Cool, water
And way up there he’ll hear our prayer and show us where there’s water,
Cool, clear, water Chorus
Dan’s feet are sore / he’s yearning for just one thing more than water,
Cool, water
Like me I guess he’d like to rest where there’s no quest for water,
Cool, clear, water Chorus
