| I was travelin' West of Buckskin on my way to a cattle run, 'cross a little
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| cactus desert under a hard bargaining sun. |
| Thirsty down to my toenails,
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| I stopped to rest me on a stump, but I tell you I just couldn’t believe it when I saw that water pump. |
| I took it to be a mirage at first. |
| It’ll fool a thirsty man. |
| Then I saw a note stuck in a bakin' powder can. |
| «This pump is old,»
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| the note began, «but she works. |
| So give’er a try. |
| I put a new sucker washer in
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| 'er. |
| You may find the leather dry.
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| Chorus:
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| You’ve got to prime the pump. |
| You must have faith and believe. |
| You’ve got to give of yourself 'fore you’re worthy to receive.
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| Drink all the water you can hold. |
| Wash your face to your feet. |
| Leave the bottle
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| full for others. |
| Thank you kindly, Desert Pete.
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| Yeah, you’ll have to prime the pump, work that handle like there’s a fire.
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| Under the rock you’ll find some water left there in a bitter’s jar.
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| Now there’s just enough to prime it with, so don’t you go drinkin' first.
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| Just pour it in and pump like mad and, buddy, you’ll quench your thirst.
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| (Chorus)
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| Well, I found the jar, and I tell you, nothin' was ever prettier to my eye and
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| I was tempted strong to drink it because that pump looked mighty dry,
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| but the note went on, «Have faith, my friend, there’s water down below.
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| You’ve got to give to really get. |
| I’m the one who ought to know.»
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| So I poured in the jar and started pumpin' and I heard a beautiful sound of water bubblin' 'n' splashin' up out of that hole in the ground. |
| Then I took off
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| my shoes and drunk my fill of that cold refreshin' treat. |
| Tthen I thanked the
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| Lord, and I thanked the pump, and I thanked old Desert Pete.
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| (Chorus) |