Dust of Oklahoma Songtext
von The Common Linnets
Dust of Oklahoma Songtext
Don′t you judge me if my shirt's grown worn and patched
′Cause I'm much tougher than I look
It's been a hard year
And the sky went dry way back
My father′s fields went empty
′Cause nothing never took
I hate the dust of Oklahoma
The wind that carries years away
And I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
But that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
All I can see against that scarecrow horizon
Is an endless line of telephone wire
The only thing that I can seem to keep my eyes on
Are those iron tracks that disappear into the scorching sun
I hate the dust of Oklahoma
The wind that carries years away
And I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
And that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
My father's dreams, the weeds have overtaken
They′re all buried in the ground
But I made a promise for his land to always treasure
But there's no treasure to be found
I hate the dust of Oklahoma
The wind that carries years away
I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
But that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
And that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
′Cause I'm much tougher than I look
It's been a hard year
And the sky went dry way back
My father′s fields went empty
′Cause nothing never took
I hate the dust of Oklahoma
The wind that carries years away
And I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
But that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
All I can see against that scarecrow horizon
Is an endless line of telephone wire
The only thing that I can seem to keep my eyes on
Are those iron tracks that disappear into the scorching sun
I hate the dust of Oklahoma
The wind that carries years away
And I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
And that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
My father's dreams, the weeds have overtaken
They′re all buried in the ground
But I made a promise for his land to always treasure
But there's no treasure to be found
I hate the dust of Oklahoma
The wind that carries years away
I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
But that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
And that train just keeps it coming like all bad dreams do
Writer(s): Jan B E L Meyers, Jake Etheridge, Ilse De Lange, Matthew Crosby, Rob Hoar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com