While folks are drinking, I'm here thinking,...
...about the camaraderie of it all.
Spring break hordes and burning boards.
Dumpsters puking bags while bottles build a wall.
Traffic jams on dusty roads are running off 'em horny toads.
and drinkers driving drunk in places they have never seen.
Getting lost or stuck just makes some folk harsh and mean.
Starting fires, flattened tires, and donkeys kickin' dogs.
Torn up tents and plastic bags gettin' stuck on rodent hogs.
Outta water, oh we're outta water
dontcha know we're outta water and we don't know where to go.
Outta water, oh we're outta water
Wontcha go, we're outta water oh wontcha go and let 'em know...
outta water, oh we're outta water
cantcha flow, we're outta water oh the light's about to show...
Outta water, oh we're outta water.
Praise Be!
Stranded sixers and last bit fifths.
Heating up in the warming sun.
To Man a liquid of thine own gifts.
Parched, they swaller bottled "fun".
The week winds down and comes to an end.
now fewer are the masses in the Big Bend.
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