Caught in the Rain

On the fourteenth day of April in 1935
A dust storm gathered force and blew across the western skies
There was nothing on those Texas plains to check the storm's advance
And the people that were living there, they didn't stand a chance
A curtain of black dust two miles high came tumbling down
Like an ocean on an anthill, it fell upon the town
And even the old timers had never seen such dust
They all thought the world was ending, and in a way it was

The storm began at sunset and by morning it was gone
And the people left their shelters and walked out to face the dawn
They looked upon their land where fields of wheat had grown
And saw nothing but a desert made of dust the wind had blown

Some were beaten by the storm, they couldn't take the dust
They gave up on the farm and left the tractor out to rust
They packed up their possessions, said goodbye to all their friends
And took off down the road, a road that never ends

Some of you might wonder, "What's this got to do with me?"
It's true I'm only singing second-hand catastrophe
I never had a farm to lose but still I really care
You don't have to be from Texas to know dust is everywhere

The other day a speck of dust blew right into my eye
It got stuck and hurt so much I thought that I would die
I winked and washed and rubbed and rinsed, it didn't help a bit
So I went to see my doctor, I was getting desperate
My doctor got the dust out but then to my dismay
He opened up the window and just threw that speck away

Well it's dust to dust I do believe as sure as I was born
That speck of dust is out there somewhere gathering for a storm