All day I face
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the barren waste
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without the taste
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of water.
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Cool Water.
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Dan and I,
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with throats burned dry
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and souls that cry
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for water.
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Cool, clear water.
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The nights are cool,
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and I'm a fool.
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Each stars a pool
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of water.
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Cool, clear water.
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And with the dawn
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I'll wake and yawn
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and carry on
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to water.
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Cool, clear water.
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The Shadows sway
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and seem to say,
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"Tonight we pray
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for water."
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Cool, clear water.
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And way up there
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He'll hear our prayer
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and show us where
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there's water.
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Cool, clear water.
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Keep moving Dan.
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Don't you listen to him Dan.
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He's the devil not a man.
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He spreads the burning sands
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With Water.
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Say, Dan can't you see
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that big green tree
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Where the water's running free?
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It's waiting there for you and me.
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And water
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Cool, clear water.
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Dan's feet are sore.
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He's yearning for
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just one thing more
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than water.
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Cool, clear water.
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Like me I guess
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he'd like to rest
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where there's no quest
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for water.
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Cool, clear water.
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Cool Water
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| Hank Williams, Jr. |
