El Reno Blues

Papa gonna build a good home
Papa gonna make it sound
Papa gonna build a fence around
Mother nature gonna blow
The whole thing down

Boss gonna tell you to jump
Boss gonna tell you how high
Boss gonna tell you where you can sow
Mother nature gonna swallow
Boss alive

Summer sun on a blistering heights
Knuckles bleeding the winter hurt heights
If this drought don't kill us it's gonna make us strong
But in the dust we thirst for rains
Only pray the rains don't bring hell
When the mother could see bad winds came
And knocked down a good man's home
When his family crawled out
From underground
He took a look around
He smiled and said
That was close



Credits
Writer(s): Rolf Schyma
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