Song Length |
3:50 |
Genre |
Folk - General |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| |
Lyrics
DUSTY SUN GOING DOWN,
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MY TOWN
FEELS LIKE YOU COULD REACH OUT AND HOLD IT IN YOUR HAND
THE ONLY SURE THING IS THAT IT?S DRYING UP THIS LAND.
DUSTY SUN GOING DOWN
DUSTY HOUSE ON A LOT.
IT?S A PLACE SOMEONE FORGOT
LOOKS LIKE IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN BURNED DOWN LONG AGO
BUT IT?S TOO HOT ROUND HERE TO KEEP A FIRE LOW.
DUSTY HOUSE ON A LOT
ALL THE FAMILIES HAVE MOVED AWAY,
AND THE ONES WHO STAYED GROW MORE RESTLESS EVERYDAY.
BUT I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND TO STAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DUST BOWL
DUSTY FLAG ON A POLE
HANGIN? HALFWAY, BLOWIN SLOW
REMINDS ME OF A TIME WHEN PEOPLE WALKED WITH PRIDE
BEFORE THE BANKS MOVED IN AND TOOK THEM FOR A RIDE.
DUSTY FLAG ON A POLE.
ALL THE FAMILIES HAVE MOVED AWAY,
AND THE ONES WHO STAYED GROW MORE RESTLESS EVERYDAY.
BUT I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND TO STAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DUST BOWL
DUSTY WOMAN IN MY FIELD
THE EARTH IS WARM WHERE I HAVE KNEELED
SOMEHOW I KNOW I?M NEVER GOING TO DIE
I?LL FIGHT WITH THIS LAND AND I CAN BEAT IT IF I TRY
DUSTY WOMAN IN MY FIELD.
ALL THE FAMILIES HAVE MOVED AWAY,
AND THE ONES WHO STAYED GROW MORE RESTLESS EVERYDAY.
BUT I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND TO STAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DUST BOWL.