Lyrics

The Worth of Water - Anne E. DeChant, Jon Roniger

He was waiting for the salesman to come up with a deal
Trading his Mercedes for a brand new set of wheels
When he saw it through the window it was almost like a dream
His grandpa’s flatbed Chevy chrome and forrest green

He could smell them Lucky Strikes the aftershave and grease
Hear Hank Sr. on the dial feel the springs in the seats
It reminded him of when he’d sit on grandpa’s lap and drive
And all of the things back home that made him feel alive

Like the sound of the rain when it falls in early spring
Harvest moon and hay rides the smell of burning leaves
Quiet starry heavens in a cold December sky
Didn’t know how much he missed it when he said good-bye
You don’t know the Worth of Water ‘till the well runs dry

It had been almost a decade since he left the family farm
Traded in the sunrise for the buzz of an alarm
A million miles from fields and plows caught up in the game
The noise of the city will never be the same

As the sound of the rain when it falls in early spring
Harvest moon and hay rides the smell of burning leaves
Quiet starry heavens in a cold December sky
Didn’t know how much he missed it when he said good-bye
You don’t know the Worth of Water ‘till the well runs dry

He stared right at the salesman and said it’s your lucky day
You can have this here Mercedes for that 1938
As he drove off in that Chevy it felt like he’d been handed
keys to the past and all he took for granted