Dust Bowl Man

It was not a pretty time
I could see the fields decline
In the Kansas sun that burned hot like a fire
And my little brother stands
With his pockets in his hands
Our silence speaking volumes of desire

'Cause I can feel the rocks right through my shoes
Like I've been somewhere but I have never moved
And the preacher says that it's part of the plan
I was born to be a dust bowl man

This is not the life I chose
I can feel my daddy's ghost
Sitting on the front porch with a gun
And I hope that all my kids
Appreciate the work I did
And get the hell out of this dust bowl while they're young

'Cause I can feel the rocks right through my shoes
Well my back is strong but I can hardly move
And I choke on my pride like I choke on my land
I was born to be a dust bowl man

And every day I wake from sun up to sun down
And I plant my expectations in the ground
Why do I think that my luck will turn around
Turn around

It was not a pretty time
I could feel my health decline
Every night I pray that I might understand

Why I was born to be a dust bowl man

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