Dust is Still Blowin’

Once an Okie…

Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man

Though the winds are still a blowin’
and the rich barre their doors
We folks just keep a runnin’ out
of tears in droves n’ scores
N’ the beggars are all beggared
there’s no food in them stores
And folks keep on a sayin’
they ain’t no dust bowl anymore

Now them clouds of gray still ramble
n’ the earth ‘s awful scorched
All our babies still a cryin’
Dry pangs and mouths all parched
So I asked my good man, Colburn
whatn’ this world’ would be worse
But he kept on a sayin’
they ain’t no dust bowl anymore

See the sun ‘s almighty higher
n’ the heat’ll stop ya cold
They ain’t no breeze a blowin’
to ease the sick, young, poor n’ old
My mouth tastes red dirt dust clouds
n’ I feel I’m getting bold
But my neighbour is swearin’
they ain’t no dust bowl anymore

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