Canyoneers

Come listen and I'll tell a tale of hearty canyoneers That breed of men, the river rats who live without the fears Of common ordinary men whose worries sure are small Compared to those who flirt with death within that high gray wall What's in a man to make him thirst for the kind of life he knows is cursed He'll die a lowly river rat, fool-hardy canyoneer Do you ever wonder what you'd do when all the chips were down If you doubt you'd do what a man would do when danger comes around Then take the test to prove the case to see if courage calls As waves leap 30 feet or more on the trip through lava falls What's in a man to make him thirst for the kind of life he knows is cursed He'll die a lowly river rat, fool-hardy canyoneer At night it rests on a rocky beach, he hears a hairy sigh Of the lonely phantom of the gorge whose mournful voices cry "Although we ran the rapids well and with our lives did pay We welcome you, you canyoneers who come this dismal way" What's in a man to make him thirst for the kind of life he knows is cursed He'll die a lowly river rat, fool-hardy canyoneer