(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
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[Spoken]
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Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green.
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It was daylight on the river but we couldn't see the sun
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And we couldn't hear our voices through the roar
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But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold
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As we headed down the canyon of Lodore
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And the gods were runnin' with us
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On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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[Chorus]
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And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell
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The longest day of life we'd ever seen
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But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well
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The day we ran the rapids of the Green
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We were thirty-two in number when we gathered on the shore
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And we headed off into the great unknown
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But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a mighty team
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And we ran that ragin' river all alone
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Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us
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On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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[Echoing shouts.]
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And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon walls
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As we shouted from the waters far below
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And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the ghostly cries
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Of the men who ran the river long ago
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And we prayed that they were with us
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On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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[Echoing shouts.]
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Now the memories are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds
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But the waters of the Green are flowin' clear
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And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered tale
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To be told around the campfires through the years
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Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us
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On the day we ran the rapids of the Green
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[Chorus]
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And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell
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The longest day of life we'd ever seen
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But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well
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The day we ran the rapids of the Green
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[Echoing shouts. Fade out.]
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Green River
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C.W. McCall |