Winkelman
The family moved west from Texas
When Grandma was two years old
With title to a Spanish land grant ranch
That used to be part of Mexico
It was far enough away from the river
To have the water without the floods
It lasted alnost three generations
Before its time had come
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I pray to live to see the day
When you will just roll wild again
And I'll curse the work of the BIA
With all its foolish plans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
The Irrigation District came that day
To make good on its demands
My uncle had no money to pay
Just the deed to our last piece of land
Most moved west to the Valley
Some made it to the higher ground
I stayed, and took a job in the copper mine
And a seat at the bar in town
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I pray to live to see the day
When you will just roll wild again
And I'll curse the work of the BIA
With all its foolish plans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I played out my days in small town ways
With a couple of wives and two sons
I never had to worry often
But what I have don't feel like it was won
Now the river glides through a new town park
Where I sit with another old man
Our lungs are bust from years in the dust
And we're both hooked up to cans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I pray to live to see the day
When you will just roll wild again
And I'll curse the work of the BIA
With all its foolish plans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
When Grandma was two years old
With title to a Spanish land grant ranch
That used to be part of Mexico
It was far enough away from the river
To have the water without the floods
It lasted alnost three generations
Before its time had come
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I pray to live to see the day
When you will just roll wild again
And I'll curse the work of the BIA
With all its foolish plans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
The Irrigation District came that day
To make good on its demands
My uncle had no money to pay
Just the deed to our last piece of land
Most moved west to the Valley
Some made it to the higher ground
I stayed, and took a job in the copper mine
And a seat at the bar in town
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I pray to live to see the day
When you will just roll wild again
And I'll curse the work of the BIA
With all its foolish plans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I played out my days in small town ways
With a couple of wives and two sons
I never had to worry often
But what I have don't feel like it was won
Now the river glides through a new town park
Where I sit with another old man
Our lungs are bust from years in the dust
And we're both hooked up to cans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
I pray to live to see the day
When you will just roll wild again
And I'll curse the work of the BIA
With all its foolish plans
Come on Gila River, get on by the Coolidge Dam
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Writer(s): Franklin Hoover
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