The Drought Song

In which we attempt to bring an end to the drought by writing a song about it.

Here we go, California. Get those umbrellas ready.



If You Can’t Send Water

Words and music by Erin Friedman

My morning shower is a dribble from a low-flow shower head

My front lawn made the cover of House and Garden of the Dead

Farmers fret but LA pools are full and the water table’s sinkin’

But water is for fightin’ over and whiskey is for drinkin’

We prayed for a pouring rain

Prayed for snow on the Cascade Range

California’s  parched and dry

Our lawns are brown and crispy

If You Can’t Send Water, Lord, send whiskey

Send a bottle, send a barrel, send Jack, Johnnie or Jim Beam

Shout “AMEN!” for an A-list, 80-proof drought-relief team

Won’t waste H2O on ice or cocktails that need shakin’

We'll take it straight, inebriate, for the sake of conservation

We prayed for a pouring rain

Prayed for snow on the Cascade Range

California’s parched and dry

Our lawns are brown and crispy

If You Can’t Send Water, Lord, send whiskey

Drink a toast to hopeful prayers

And to the bartender upstairs

If You Can’t Send Water, Lord,

Send Chivas,  Crown  or Cutty Sark

Bushmill’s, Jameson or Maker’s Mark

If You Can’t Send Water, Lord, send whiskey