From Walter Brennan's album; "Gunfight At the OK Corral".

All day I faced the 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

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 try carry on, to water
Cool, clear water

Keep a-movin', Dan,
don't you listen to him, Dan

He's a devil not a man
And he spreads the burning sand
With water

Dan can you see that big green tree
Where the water's runnin' free
And it's waiting there,

you and me

Dan's feet are sore He's yearning for
Just one thing more than water
cool water

Like me, I guess, he'd like to rest
Where there's no quest
For water

Cool, clear, water