I hate living in the Valley, The brochure was so positive, Warm evening nights, Low humidity. Gathering bleached bones at sunset. Gathering the bleached bones at sunrise of those who were trying to gather bleached bones the night before.
All day I've faced a barren waste Without the taste of water, cool water Old Dan and I with throats burned dry And souls that cry for water Cool, clear, water
Keep a-movin, Dan, dontcha listen to him, Dan He's a devil, not a man He spreads the burning sand with water Dan, can ya see that big, green tree? Where the water's runnin' free And it's waitin' there for me and you? The nights are cool and I'm a fool Each star's a pool of water Cool water
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn And carry on to water Water, water, water
I remember singing that song in grade school in the 1950s.