A Handful of Dust
The black soil plains
The line scorched and grey
The stock is lean and rough
it's another long and breathless day
And the rain wont come
And you just keep
Holding on to hope
Your spirits bent and broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
Backing your faith and trust
In a handful of dust
A drum beats slow and eerie cross the plain
The heat haze dancing in the sun
When giving in goes against the grain
So you don't give in
And you just keep
Holding on to hope
Your spirits bent and broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
Backing your faith and trust
In a handful of dust
Youve done all you can do
So howll you see it through
you're holding on to hope
And your spirits broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
you're holding on to hope
Your spirits bent and broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
you're packing your faith and trust
In a handful of dust
Just a handful of dust
Just a handful of dust
Handful of dust
Just a handful of dust
The line scorched and grey
The stock is lean and rough
it's another long and breathless day
And the rain wont come
And you just keep
Holding on to hope
Your spirits bent and broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
Backing your faith and trust
In a handful of dust
A drum beats slow and eerie cross the plain
The heat haze dancing in the sun
When giving in goes against the grain
So you don't give in
And you just keep
Holding on to hope
Your spirits bent and broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
Backing your faith and trust
In a handful of dust
Youve done all you can do
So howll you see it through
you're holding on to hope
And your spirits broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
you're holding on to hope
Your spirits bent and broke
And all that's left is pride
To work this restless land
Takes the kind of man
Wholl give it one more try
you're packing your faith and trust
In a handful of dust
Just a handful of dust
Just a handful of dust
Handful of dust
Just a handful of dust
Credits
Writer(s): Lee Raymond Kernaghan, Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Rodney Alan Maccormack
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