The Clams and I - Dirty Bourbon River Show

Cool, low, steady, oh, you were once tame

But you built your pool, oh, with no drain

And you put your finger, oh, in my brain

Now the clams and I, oh

We’ve got claims (We've got claims)

We’ve got fire (We've got fire)

We’ve got guns (We've got guns)

We’ve got desire

Feel no pain, numb, sane, oh, is when you’re deaf, dumb and blind

Oh, and crazy is touching and feeling and opening eyes

I had my soda pop then I loaded my gun

Oh, I’ve got to save her from

The house of the rising sun (The rising sun)

Is it too late?

(Is it too late)

What have we done?

(What have we done)

What have we made?

A cool, lonely, enchanting, sizzling night

Oh, and you must leave, oh

Before the sunrise (Before the sunrise)

It’s not too late (It's not too late)

There’s still time (There's still time)

There’s still a way

We’ve got claims (We've got claims)

We’ve got fire (We've got fire)

We’ve got guns (We've got guns)

We’ve got desire

We’ve got claims (We've got claims)

We’ve got fire (We've got fire)

We’ve got guns (We've got guns)

We’ve got desire