Text: Malcolm Holcombe. For the Mission Baby. Doncha Miss That Water.

steps bowed up and the hurricane chimes
to the wind kickin' up and the sun beatin' down
aint no rain in sight bone dry in the valley
and nobody smiles but the rich in the alley.

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doncha miss that water when it's gone
doncha miss that water when it's gone

rich in the alley free in the gutter
take a drink to the past and pray for another
holdin' on in the corner words slappin' the flies
to the cries of the crows in a lonesome sky.

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doncha think about me when the sun goes down
stars raisin' up all over this town
i'm lost in the heat burnin' round and round
doncha miss that water when it's gone.

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