Текст песни Dustbowl Hymn - Hunter G K Thompson

Foreign lands, foreign streams
Foreign men, with foreign dreams

Fragile men with sunken eyes,
Work to bleed, but pray for rain

They're bringing home red dust stains,
Withheld the pain with none to gain

With their heads on low
Their children know
They ain't the same
Yet they remain

This heart ain't home
Lord take me home

Not an ounce of water nor
A cloud in sight
The rain won't come

Swallowed by dirt and dust
The grain won't sprout to feed those you love

So you grab your dear daughter pearl
And hold her close
And whisper up

A promise of spring and the flowers
And God above

This heart ain't home
Lord take me home

He, He takes it all
He takes it all away
He, He takes it all
He takes it all away
He, He takes it all
He takes it all away

The one who gives and takes away
He takes it all, He takes it all away

He...