How the rest of the world gets along without me. I ain't seen a horse or a cow for a year Or a good lookin' dame or a bottle of beer. With nothing else to do there but eat, sleep and play. Tra la la, tra la la la, It's worse than the worst! For the Canyon's got nothing to quench a man's thirst! And the lady said, "Hydro, you've been here before. When you read my meter, you don't read it right, You're robbing me blind so get out of my sight!" I ain't got no money to buy me no beer. So I got into thinking and what did I do? I fixed me a barrel of potent home brew! (Chorus) I started a-drinkin' it one rainy night And before very long I'm as high as a kite. Oh, the foreman said, "Buddy, I'm raising your pay If you'll only just tell me how you got that way!" (Chorus) I'm back in the Canyon; I've come back to stay. And I'd rather drink brew than your beer any day. So fill up my glass and a song I will give That will make you love Canyon as long as you live! (Final chorus) Tra la la, tra la la la, the Canyon's Ok And I wouldn't change places with Saunders[2] today. So here's to the roaring old H.E.P.C.,[3] And if this song's crazy, it's the home brew not me!! [1] For many years to only ways into the Canyon were by train,
boat or float airplane. (Above words by Len G. Selle) |