Dust Bowl
We all prayed for rain, but the rain it never came
We all knew the Lord was going to see us through
It came with a mighty gust, just a big old wall of dust
And we watched it all just blow our dreams away
It was a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
And you can't make a living in this dry and thirsty land
Dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
Trying to hold on when everything is gone in this dustbowl
We left Oklahoma on the way to California
We left a trail of tears and all our hopes behind
Left it all for the banker man, headed out to the promised land
Yesterday's dreams swallowed by a black sky
In a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
And you can't make a living in this dry and thirsty land
It was a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
Trying to hold on when everything is gone in this dustbowl
And we cursed the dust we're made from
Shook our fists to the wind and the sky
For this dust has covered our spirit and soul
Oh can't you hear our mournful cry
In this dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
And you can't make a living in this dry and thirsty land
It's a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
Trying to hold on when everything is gone in this dustbowl
In this dustbowl
We all knew the Lord was going to see us through
It came with a mighty gust, just a big old wall of dust
And we watched it all just blow our dreams away
It was a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
And you can't make a living in this dry and thirsty land
Dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
Trying to hold on when everything is gone in this dustbowl
We left Oklahoma on the way to California
We left a trail of tears and all our hopes behind
Left it all for the banker man, headed out to the promised land
Yesterday's dreams swallowed by a black sky
In a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
And you can't make a living in this dry and thirsty land
It was a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
Trying to hold on when everything is gone in this dustbowl
And we cursed the dust we're made from
Shook our fists to the wind and the sky
For this dust has covered our spirit and soul
Oh can't you hear our mournful cry
In this dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
And you can't make a living in this dry and thirsty land
It's a dustbowl, nothing but a dustbowl
Trying to hold on when everything is gone in this dustbowl
In this dustbowl
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Hagood
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