This is a BIG standard, but this cowboy doesn't die. It's well worthing hearing, in any event.
Cool Water
Song by Marty Robbins
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All day I've faced a barren wasteWithout the taste of water, cool waterOld Dan and I with throats burned dryAnd souls that cry for waterCool, clear water The nights are cool and I'm a foolEach star's a pool of water, cool waterAnd with the dawn I'll wake and yawnAnd carry on to waterCool, clear water Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, DanHe's a devil, not a manAnd he spreads the burnin' sand with waterDan, can you see that big, green tree?Where the water's runnin' freeAnd it's waitin' there for you and me?Water, cool, clear water The shadows sway and seem to say"Tonight we pray for water, cool water"And way up there He'll hear our prayerAnd show us where there's waterCool, clear water Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, DanHe's a devil, not a manAnd he spreads the burnin' sand with waterDan, can you see that big, green tree?Where the water's runnin' freeAnd it's waitin' there for you and me?Water, cool, clear water Cool, clear watermore »
You made me love youI didn't want to do itI didn't want to do itYou made me want youAnd all the time you knew it.I guess you always knew it. You made me happy sometimesSometimes you made me gladBut there were times, dearYou made me feel so bad. You made me sigh forI didn't wanna tell youI didn't want to tell youI want some lovin', that's true.Yes I do, indeed I do, you know I do. Give me, give me, give me what I cry forYou know ya got the brand o' kisses that I'd die forYou know you made me love you. You made me sigh forI didn't want to tell youI didn't wanna tell youI want some lovin', that's true.Yes I do, indeed I do, you know I do. Give me, give me, give me what I cry forYou know ya got the brand o' kisses that I'd die forYou know you made me love you...more »
I heard it once and memorized it at once - can you help me find a copy of "In the cottonfields of Georgia on a cold winter's day a mother left her poor unwanted child, and he started pickin' cotton just to pass the time away keeping warm at the bottom of the pile. CHO: He was the king of cotton, king of cotton; he was a slave til the master set him free; now he's gone, he's gone but not forgotten: he'll live on and on in memory."more »
