THE ROARING THURSDAYS A) ๐ต๐ฟโ๐ usicana ๐ง๐๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐คฝโโ๏ธ All day I face 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, clean water ๐๐๐ทโโ๏ธ๐ทโโ๏ธ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฑ๐งฑ๐ข๐งฑ๐ข Excerpted from Cool Water Performed by The Sons of The... Sign in to see full entry.