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