Texas Dust
Brett
Here in Texas where everything comes bigger
My panhandle home was hit harder than the rest
If the wind blows one way, we get the dark dust of Oklahoma
From the north it's grey, and the brown is from the west
Rolling black, rolling black
I saw her drop to her knees and pray out loud
"Another chance, another chance"
I heard her say in the street "This is the end"
Most of our friends are gone, they've left and become Okies
The desert scares me, I'll take my chances here
I get 9 cents a pound for my sour cream in town
We scratch and save to live
Night in day, night in day
The sun was blocked, people cried "Our time has come"
The wind came on, the wind came on
We and our misery were covered then gone
