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, 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 I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true But that train just keeps a coming Like all bad dreams do
All I can see against that scarecrow horizon Is endless lines 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 I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true And that train just keeps a 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 And that train just keeps a coming Like all bad dreams do And that train just keeps a coming Like all bad dreams do