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On the 14th day of April of 1935, |
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There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. |
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You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, |
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And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. |
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From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line, |
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Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande, |
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It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, |
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We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. |
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The radio reported, we listened with alarm, |
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The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm; |
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From Albuquerque and Clovis, and all New Mexico, |
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They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. |
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From old Dodge City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, |
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And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old Boot Hill. |
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From Denver, Colorado, they said it blew so strong, |
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They thought that they could hold out, but they didn't know how long. |
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Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, |
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And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. |
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And the family it was crowded into their little room, |
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They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. |
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The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, |
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When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. |
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We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown |
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Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. |
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It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, |
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It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. |
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We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, |
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We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |
