| There beneath the August sun | 
| A daring survey undertaken on the fly | 
| Colorado would request | 
| Divert the river water west | 
| For The Uncompahgre Valley was too dry | 
| There’d been one attempt before | 
| And they needed to know more | 
| Than what Bryant saw from base camps on the rim | 
| When the challenge whet their thirst | 
| Two men planned to be the first | 
| To take the canyon floor route cut from deep within | 
| There’s only one way the water flows | 
| Through a passage no one knows | 
| Heading down the Canyon Black | 
| They could never turn their back | 
| Staring down the Barrel of the Gunnison | 
| The Journey started as they planned | 
| With support from a third man | 
| Who hiked the the old trail high above the river’s hood | 
| 'til they came upon a Narrow | 
| At the jaws of the Falls of Sorrow | 
| With one way out, they took the only way they could | 
| Diving deep into the churn | 
| Maybe never to return | 
| The pair could only hope to breathe the air again | 
| The angry river turned and tossed | 
| And the two might have been lost | 
| Deep below the surface of the Gunnison | 
| There’s only one way the water flows | 
| Through a passage no one knows | 
| Heading down the Canyon Black | 
| They could never turn their back | 
| Staring down the Barrel of the Gunnison | 
| Gunnison! | 
| Now the story has been told | 
| And while the river still runs cold | 
| The water gets to where it once had never been | 
| As for whether they escaped | 
| They made it out just bruised and scraped | 
| The two men never would forget the Gunnison | 
| There’s only one way the water flows | 
| Through a passage no one knows | 
| Heading down the Canyon Black | 
| They could never turn their back | 
| Staring down the Barrel of the Gunnison |