Lyrics:

I was holed up down in Texas
In the middle of July
With a big old thirsty moon
Hanging heavy in the sky
When a sudden wild wind
Blew a stranger along
With dust on his heart
And honey on his tongue
Well, I was ready for some thunder
'Cause that Friday night was slow
There's more to life than watching
Armadillos cross the road
I saw him and I knew
He'd be a story to tell
The living, breathing end
Of my long dry spell
He was a tall drink of water
Straight out of Abilene
Six feet of country
Walking right into my dream
He was like a river rolling
But I slowed him down a lot
He was a tall drink of water
And I drank every drop
He was cool and gentle
Knew what love was all about
He wore a hundred records
And that old moon out
As he fired up his truck
And rode off into the dawn
I felt another long, hot
Dry spell coming on
He was a tall drink of water
Straight out of Abilene
Six feet of country
Walking right into my dream
He was like a river rolling
But I slowed him down a lot
He was a tall drink of water
Straight out of Abilene
Six feet of country
Walking right into my dream
He was like a river rolling
But I slowed him down a lot
He was a tall drink of water
And I drank every drop
He was a tall drink of water
And I drank every drop

Sure could use another glass of that