| It was daylight on the river but we couldn’t see the sun
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| And we couldn’t hear our voices through the roar
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| But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold
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| As we headed down the canyon of Lodore
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| And the gods were runnin' with us On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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| And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell
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| The longest day of life we’d ever seen
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| But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well
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| The day we ran the rapids of the Green
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| We were thirty-two in number when we gathered on the shore
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| And we headed off into the great unknown
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| But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a mighty team
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| And we ran that ragin' river all alone
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| Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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| And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon walls
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| As we shouted from the waters far below
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| And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the ghostly cries
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| Of the men who ran the river long ago
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| And we prayed that they were with us On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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| Now the memories are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds
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| But the waters of the Green are flowin' clear
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| And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered tale
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| To be told around the campfires through the years
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| Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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| And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell
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| The longest day of life we’d ever seen
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| But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well
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| The day we ran the rapids of the Green |