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I just blowed in, and |
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I got them dust bowl blues, |
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I just blowed in, and |
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I got them dust bowl blues, |
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I just blowed in, and |
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I'll blow back out again. |
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I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues, |
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I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues, |
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But when the dust gets high, you can't even see the sky. |
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I've seen the dust so black that |
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I couldn't see a thing, |
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I've seen the dust so black that |
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I couldn't see a thing, |
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And the wind so cold, boy, it nearly cut your water off. |
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I seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down, |
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I've seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down, |
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Buried my tractor six feet underground. |
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Well, it turned my farm into a pile of sand, |
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Yes, it turned my farm into a pile of sand, |
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I had to hit that road with a bottle in my hand. |
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I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl, |
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I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl, |
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When you get that dust pneumony, boy, it's time to go. |
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I had a gal, and she was young and sweet, |
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I had a gal, and she was young and sweet, |
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But a dust storm buried her sixteen hundred feet. |
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She was a good gal, long, tall and stout, |
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Yes, she was a good gal, long, tall and stout, |
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I had to get a steam shovel just to dig my darlin' out. |
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These dusty blues are the dustiest ones |
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I know, These dusty blues are the dustiest ones |
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I know, Buried head over heels in the black old dust, |
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I had to pack up and go. |
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An' I just blowed in, an' |
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I'll soon blow out again. |
