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    Green River

    By Bill Fries & Chip Davis

    ... Way out in the canyons of the west there's a wild river.
    The Spanish named it San Buena Ventura...
    But we knew it as The Green..    .

    It was daylight on the river but we couldn't see the sun
    And we couldn't hear our voices through the roar
    But we felt the boilin' current an' our blood was runnin' cold
    As we headed down the canyon of Lodore
    And the Gods were runnin' with us
    On the day we ran the rapids of The Green

    And we died a thousand times in that fourty miles of hell
    On longest day of life we'd ever seen
    But we lived to tell the story, and we know the story well
    Of the day we ran the rapids of The Green

    We were thirty two in number when we gathered on the shore
    An' we headed off in to the great unknown
    But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a mighty team
    An' we ran that ragin' river all alone
    Yeah the Gods was runnin' with us
    On the day we ran the rapids of The Green

    {Interlude with echoing shouts. Can't make 'em all out, but
    there's what sounds like "Hey watch that rock"
    and a bunch a hootin' an hollerin'}

    And we heard a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon walls
    As we shouted from the waters far below
    And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the ghostly cries
    Of the men who ran the river long ago
    And we prayed that they were with us
    On the day we ran the rapids of The Green

    {Interlude with echoing shouts}

    Now the memories are whirlin' in the eddies of our minds
    But the waters of The Green are flowin' clear
    And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered tale
    To be told around the campfires through the years
    Yeah the Gods was runnin' with us
    On the day we ran the rapids of The Green

    And we died a thousand times in that fourty miles of hell
    On longest day of life we'd ever seen
    But we lived to tell the story, and we know the story well
    Of the day we ran the rapids of The Green

    {Interlude with echoing shouts fades}

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