Well, that didn't work out now, did it? It seems the storm was a tad too turbulent for the cowboy And you know how it gets in the desert When it rains, it pours But the funny thing about storms is Though they may seem dark and grim at first That downfall settles into the storm And finds its way to the seas And when the warm sunshine announces its presence May colors return and all sorts of beauty is produced For our companion and his lady It seems that initial root was deep enough to survive All that seed needed was a little drink Aye, speakin' of drink, pass me that tea