Black Blizzard Songtext
von Thrift Store Cowboys

My daddy broke this land for me
Six kids, ten acres on the prairie
But then black Tuesday it took our land
Couldn′t feed my family
With two hands
Can't make a living but we′re free
And the dust in the doorways is getting deep Beyond this window there's no light
From the black blizzards dark as night
We can't make a living on these open plains
And all our crops are just withered remains
Beyond this window there′s no light
From the black blizzards encroaching like night