Dust lyrics

On a sign I saw hanging in the store today

It said in big bright red letters there's work in California

There's an honest job waiting for every good man

Nobody goes hungry you pick the peaches with your hand



'Cause the cotton don't grow here if it never rains

And the wind starts to blow here and it blows right through your brain

And carry away what the locust don't get

And the bills don't get paid and the bank takes the rest



Fight with the land till it hurts and you don't know what for

You might call me the salt of the earth but I call me dirt poor

And the dust coming over the plains doesn't care about me

See it fill up the sky that's all the convincing I need

When all I'll be leaving behind me is ashes and rust

Mama pack up the truck, California or bust

Say goodbye to the dust



And my granddad he came out here in 1881

My father he was born here and all of his sons

And he built this whole house with his two strong hands

When he died he had faith in hard work and good land



And then came the Great War and the army needed cloth

My dad said get in on the boom son, no time to be lost

And he took a new mortgage the American way

Then the wind came out of nowhere and it wouldn't go away



Fight with the land till it hurts and you don't know what for

You may call me the salt of the earth but I call me dirt poor

And the dust coming over the plains doesn't care about me

See it fill up the sky that's all the convincing I need

When all I'll be leaving behind me is ashes and rust

Mama pack up the truck California or bust

Say goodbye to the dust



And the dust keeps on coming

And the dust keeps on coming

And the dust keeps on coming
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