Текст песни Chilly Water, Pt. 1

In the easy chair with my boots on
A melted whiskey in my hands
I couldn't been asleep for more than 3 hours
Time to go to work again

Once more i beat the sunrise
and theres a dark breeze on my door
Raise the water from the well up to my face
How could a man like me be poor?

As long as there's water
Chilly wet water
Gimme some of that cool, cool water

Well, my horse's eyes are glassy
He breathed the city in his lungs last night
I lead his natural body
To the trough to regain his might
Red rooster crow them blues here
That Old Blue he round the bull
And the morn's crying to raise the sunrise
It hasn't rained for three weeks full
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As long as there's water
Chilly wet water
Gimme some of that cool, cool water

Venus light is rising
I lay my buckets inside the shed
And there's a man I see - a stranger
Leaning on the gate outside my fence
Said "I'm riding out from the city
Where I was starting for the water back last night
I was hoping to get a drink from your well
Before I ride on to another city tonight (x3)"

Chilly wet, chilly wet, chilly water
Cool, cool, water...

Before I ride on

Transcribed by:
Brian Whitman
The Original Lyrics File
Richard Stern