Columbia's Waters

“ Good Morning, Mister Sunshine!” “Good morning, Man!” I'm just a stranger, travelin' ‘cross y'r land; Do y' need a good workhand On your big Grand Coulee dam? I'd like to settle down but I'm forced to ramble all o' my time, I'd like to settle down with this wife and kids of mine; But a place to settle down my family Is a pretty hard place to find! I like to work. I work every time I can! I got a callous in the palms of both o' my hands! This ramblin' around from town to town Goes hard on a family man! I said I like to work, I don't like to beg and steal! The harder I'm a workin' the better it makes me feel! But my wife and kid get juberous Everytime they miss a meal! I'm a hardrock man, I was born in a hardrock place! Back in my home place I was a man of high degree! Nobody with a triphammer Can knock as big a hole as me. This Columbia River Rolls right down this line; Columbia's waters taste like sparklin' wine; Dustbowl waters taste like picklin' brine. The money that I draw from workin' at your Coullee dam; My wife will meet me at the kitchen door stretchin' out her hand; She'll make a little down payment On our forty acre tract of land. We'll work along this river, I'll sing from sun to sun; I'll walk along this gra*s and listen to the factory hum; Look what I've done gone and done. Take some sow from off this mountain, mix it with some wind and rain! Take some metal from yer mountain, melt it up again; Stir it up with powers from Coullee's dam, And you've got a big sabre jet plane. Take some water from this valley, mix it up with snow; Take my ramblin' family rollin' down this road; Mix it up with sunshine And, man, you ought to see the green things grow!