Inyo

[Verse 1]

Over the washes of the Big and Little Tujunga

Above the Mojave in a two-horse buckboard

Bill Mulholland, Fred Eaton set out for the Owens River Valley

In the fall of 1904

[Verse 2]

Through the Tehachapi, up along the Sierra Nevada

Through the Green Valley towards the Owens River mouth

They come to bring that Owens River water

Two hundred miles to the desert city south

[Chorus]

Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now?

My brother, ain't you feelin' dry?

[Verse 3]

I was a blaster in the black hole of Elizabeth

Hard rock tunnelеd five miles of the coast rangе

In the black mud, we drilled and set the charges

Blew through that mountain in just a thousand days

[Verse 4]

Owens River water for the Queen of Angels

From the heavens of the High Sierra packed snow

Owens River water for the children of the Queen of Angels

Make rich the land syndicate of the San Fernando

[Chorus]

Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now?

My brother, ain't you feelin' dry?

[Bridge]

My uncle pushed the Paiute from their valley

Cut out his homestead in blood

And pulled crops out the desert sand

Then the south, they come to share our water

'Cause the south was thirsty, my friend

[Verse 5]

Come the drought of '19, they started pumpin'

Water from the Owens table underground

Our big cottonwoods died, our ranches, they went dry

The green fields, they blew dusty and brown

[Verse 6]

I set the first charges for the ranchers in '24

Fired the fuse on two hundred pounds of dynamite

Blew a hole in that aqueduct I'd helped build

Sent thunder rollin' out across the desert night

[Chorus]

Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now?

My brother, ain't you feelin' dry?

[Verse 7]

Sacramento, the Kern, the Colorado

The King, the San Joaquin, my friend

For the power, for the water, for the prosperity

And for the men with the money in the end

[Verse 8]

Tonight the Santa Ana's drawin' west across the Mojave

Blowin' fire and dust onto L.A. County windowsills

Bill Mulholland, Fred Eaton's dead in their graves

The Queen of Angels, she remains thirsty still

[Chorus]

Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now?

My brother, ain't you feelin' dry?

Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now?

My good brother, ain't you feelin' dry?