i do thirst and i do crave i want to climb
to the top of the mountains
in bourbon rain
i have read and i have seen i want to
drink the shine of the mountains
from my canteen.
how far to the water
cuz every well in this country's dry
the cup that i brought her
gone and vanished before my eyes
how far to the water
know his caravan won't turn around
a cowgirl's claim a cowboy's name
were both the shame
of that one horse town
the vines of france the grapes of spain
a dance in the fountains
of pink champagne
virginia wolfe virginia g.
a dance in the fountains of long iced tea
CHORUS
forty days the sun beat down
forty nights never cooled down
forty days i cut my hands
forty nights on the rocks of the land
my faith is beginning to sink
please missy can i have a drink
i do thirst the vines of france and
i do crave the grapes of spain
but i will settle for a dance
in the fountains of virgin rain
i have read virginia wolfe and
i have drank virginia g
but i will take a bath in your
fountains let my soul free
