| All day I’ve faced the barren waste
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| Without the taste of water, cool water
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| Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
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| And souls that cry for water, cool, clear water
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| Keep a-movin', Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan
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| He’s a devil not a man
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| And he spreads the burning sand with water
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| Dan can you see that big green tree
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| Where the water’s runnin' free
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| And it’s waiting there for you and me
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| The nights are cool and I’m a fool
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| Each star’s a pool of water, cool water
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| But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
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| And carry on to water, cool, clear, water
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| The shadows sway and seem to say
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| Tonight we pray for water, cool, water
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| And way up there He’ll hear our prayer
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| And show us where there’s water, cool, clear, water
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| Dan’s feet are sore he’s yearning for
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| Just one thing more than water, cool, water
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| Like me I guess he’d like to rest
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| Where there’s no quest for water, cool, clear, water |