Cold Hard Steel and Sand

When the wind blows through this desert
It moans a desperate howl
A sound to warn of a coming storm
From deep within the ground
Calling out to every shadow
Of this dry and thirsty land
Blood and bone
Dust and stone
Cold Hard Steel And Sand

Halfway between Fort Worth and El Paso
West of Big Spring and Big Lake
Lies a place upon our planet
Where old satan's army landed
Thrown down to earth from heavens holy grace
One third of all the angels broke their bones upon the basin
Blood soaked into the stone thick and black
They gave us fame, wealth, and power
And it's payed out by the hour
If you take it son
There ain't no turning back

Santa Rita number one
Blocking out the evening sun
The sound of thunder booming under sand
People came from far and wide
To watch it rain down from the sky
Drilling deep beneath the reach of mortal man
The angels they did mourn
When that sacred vail was torn
Life blood pumped from planetary crust
That petroleum did flow from the permian below
And the buildings made of stone rose up from dust

Derricks made of cold hard steel
Rusting in the open fields
Where the pump jacks used to bow their heads and pray
In the light of every rising sun
Here on earth thy will be done
As it is in heaven everyday
Spirits roam this barren land
Disguised as blowing desert sand
Carried on the western prairie wind
Waiting for the lightning flash
The rising smoke the smell of ash
The crash of thunder underground again

When the wind blows through this desert
It moans a desperate howl
A sound to warn of a coming storm
From deep within the ground
Calling out to every shadow
Of this dry and thirsty land
Blood and bone
Dust and stone
Cold Hard Steel And Sand
Blood and bone
Dust and stone
Cold Hard Steel And Sand