Drought - Steve Wynn

If the river runs dry like it probably will

I’ll drink from the well 'till I get my fill

If God likes a joke and I think that he may

We’ll both be there laughing at the end of the play

What can I tell you?

The way that they sell you

Well, you can strike up the band

With the back of her hand, it’s alright

What can I show you

They think that they know you

Well you can wrap up the show

With all that you know, it’s alright

If they come looking for me you can tell them dead

I might be there watching or hiding instead