Tytuł: Death at low waters

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I could hear you callin'
   Through the whisperin' woods
   I could hear you call my name
   from the back porch door
  
   Said Prosper come here quick
   It's worse than we expected it
   Found him this mornin'
   And the news ain't good
   Finally caught up with him last night
   Near the Nevada line
  
   Trail of blood along the clean white salt
   Found him faced down on the alkali flat
   Rolled him over, barely breathin'
   Still he got a few words out
  
   Said he was drivin' the Denio track
   A 4 x 4 appearded behind his back
   Headlights burning up the sky
   To the top of Steens mountain
  
   Death at low
   Death at low
   Death at low water
   Death at low
   Death at low
   Death at low water
  
   Crashed his side door,
   And they forced him to stop
   Three men got out dressed in camouflage
   Told him: "Start digging us a well
   And when you're done you'll dig another."
  
   Then shots they ricocheted around his head
   Kicked him hard and they left him for dead
   He started crawlin' back to town
   And that is when we found him
  
   Death at low
   Death at low
   Death at low water
   Death at low
   Death at low
   Death at low water
  
   And the last thing your father said
   When he closed his eyes:
  
   Now it's said the sun's a big door
   That protects us from the dark
   And if you look behind it
   All you'll see is yourself
  
   Since he died I lost my will to ride
   It's 'neath the surface
   With my shame and my pride
   Someday it will explode
   Explode in the sky
   All the way to the top of Steens mountain
  
   Death at low
   Death at low
   Death at low water
   Death at low
   Death at low
   Death at low water