Lyrics
Dust Storms
Lon Jones
Sun turned red in the middle of the day
We could barely breathe
A man from the bank with some papers in his hands
Says we have to leave
Says we have to leave
Dust came down like the Seven Plagues
Guess it’s time we go
I was born on my grandpa’s farm
Farmin’s all I know
Farmin’s all I know
Hot Texas wind
Dry lightning
Thunder, and dust storms blow
Lord, get this truck to California
Long way left to go
Sold everything, bought an old truck
Saved what we could save
Tractor came, tore up the yard
Plowed over grandpa’s grave
Plowed over grandpa’s grave
Mama says, it’ll be alright
The Good Lord’s on our side
I used to see the Good Lord’s will
’Til the dust got in my eyes
’Til the dust got in my eyes
Hot Texas wind
Dry lightning
Thunder, and dust storms blow
Lord, get this truck to California
Long way left to go
Long way left to go