作曲 : Bruce Springsteen 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 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 Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? I was a blaster in the black hole of Elizabeth Hardrock tunneled five miles of the coast range In the black mud, we drilled and set the charges Blew through that mountain in just a thousand days 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 Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? An 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 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 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 Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? 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 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 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?
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen [00:10.381]Over the washes of the Big and Little Tujunga [00:15.494]Above the Mojave in a two-horse buckboard [00:20.801]Bill Mulholland, Fred Eaton set out for the Owens River Valley [00:26.553]In the fall of 1904 [00:31.579]Through the Tehachapi, up along the Sierra Nevada [00:36.896]Through the Green Valley towards the Owens River mouth [00:42.083]They come to bring that Owens River water [00:47.460]Two hundred miles to the desert city south [00:52.704]Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? [00:58.864]My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? [01:06.471]I was a blaster in the black hole of Elizabeth [01:11.711]Hardrock tunneled five miles of the coast range [01:17.085]In the black mud, we drilled and set the charges [01:22.141]Blew through that mountain in just a thousand days [01:27.967]Owens River water for the Queen of Angels [01:33.275]From the heavens of the High Sierra packed snow [01:38.585]Owens River water for the children of the Queen of Angels [01:43.740]Make rich the land syndicate of the San Fernando [01:49.196]Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? [01:55.433]My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? [02:00.475]An uncle pushed the Paiute from their valley [02:05.337]Cut out his homestead in blood and pulled crops out the desert sand [02:11.144]Then the south, they come to share our water [02:16.569]'Cause the south was thirsty, my friend [02:24.636]Come the drought of '19, they started pumpin' [02:29.349]Water from the Owens table underground [02:35.023]Our big cottonwoods died, our ranches, they went dry [02:40.505]The green fields, they blew dusty and brown [02:45.585]I set the first charges for the ranchers in '24 [02:50.813]Fired the fuse on two hundred pounds of dynamite [02:56.372]Blew a hole in that aqueduct I'd helped build [03:01.531]Sent thunder rollin' out across the desert night [03:07.056]Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? [03:13.197]My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? [03:24.023]Sacramento, the Kern, the Colorado [03:29.326]The King, the San Joaquin, my friend [03:34.348]For the power, for the water, for the prosperity [03:39.699]And for the men with the money in the end [03:44.566]Tonight the Santa Ana's drawin' west across the Mojave [03:49.867]Blowin' fire and dust onto L.A. County windowsills [03:55.533]Bill Mulholland, Fred Eaton's dead in their graves [04:00.811]The Queen of Angels, she remains thirsty still [04:06.008]Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? [04:12.221]My brother, ain't you feelin' dry? [04:16.577]Ain't you feelin' dry? Ain't you feelin' dry now? [04:22.707]My good brother, ain't you feelin' dry?
