Lyrics Dust of Oklahoma - The Common Linnets
                                                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
 
                                    
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