Cool Water
Hank Williams Sr.
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, clear, water.
And with the dawn, I'll wake and yawn, then 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 waters running free?
It's waiting there for you and me.
And water. Cool, clear, water.
Dan's feet are sore. He's yearning for, just one thing more than water.
Cool, clear, water.
Like me I guess, he likes to rest, where there's no quest. For water.
Cool, clear, water.