Text: Hank Williams. Cool Water.

All day I face the barren waste
Without the taste of water
Cool, water
Oh, 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, clear, water
And with the dawn I?ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water
Cool, clear, water
The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we pray for water
Cool, clear, water
And way up there he?ll hear our prayer
And show us where there?s water
Cool, clear, water
Keep a-movin? Dan don?t you listen to him Dan
He?s the devil not a man,
He spreads the burning sand with water
Say, Dan can?t you see that big green tree
Where the water?s running free
It?s waitin? there for you and me and water
Cool, clear, water.
Dan?s feet are sore, he?s yearning for,
Just one more thing than water
Cool, clear, water
Like me I guess he?d like to rest
Where there?s no quest for water
Cool, clear, water