(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)      [Spoken]   Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green.       It was daylight on the river but we couldn't see the sun   And we couldn't hear our voices through the roar   But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold   As we headed down the canyon of Lodore   And the gods were runnin' with us   On the day we ran the rapids of the Green       [Chorus]   And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell   The longest day of life we'd ever seen   But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well   The day we ran the rapids of the Green       We were thirty-two in number when we gathered on the shore   And we headed off into the great unknown   But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a mighty team   And we ran that ragin' river all alone   Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us   On the day we ran the rapids of the Green       [Echoing shouts.]         And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon walls   As we shouted from the waters far below   And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the ghostly cries   Of the men who ran the river long ago   And we prayed that they were with us   On the day we ran the rapids of the Green       [Echoing shouts.]         Now the memories are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds   But the waters of the Green are flowin' clear   And the canyon of Lodore will be a long remembered tale   To be told around the campfires through the years   Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us   On the day we ran the rapids of the Green       [Chorus]   And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell   The longest day of life we'd ever seen   But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well   The day we ran the rapids of the Green       [Echoing shouts. Fade out.]