Sweet Radish - The Dust

Oh the dust blows hard
Oh she never gives in
She gets in, you'll give in
To her every whim and
Oh the dust blows hard
In the day the sun beats down
He wipes the sun off his brow
He'd take a break but
Someone has to sow
In the day the sun beats down
In the winter comes icy cold
She will outweigh the sun in gold
Strip life from bones
Send the little ones home
The winter is icy cold
Yeah that droughty drought it sure is dry
Fishes are flippin' in the mud
The chickens don't brood, yeah,
The crops ain't no good
Yeah that droughty drought it sure is dry
Burnin' all day
Workin' all night
Minimum pay
It just ain't right
I try to move up
Wind weighing me down
I'm getting frustrated
Blowing everything around
Oh this world she ain't kind
She'll steal your youth and your time
Just keep your head down or
They'll put you in the ground
This world she ain't kind
Oh the dust blows hard
Oh she never gives in
She gets in, you'll give in
To her every whim and
Oh the dust blows hard
Oh the dust blows hard

Written by:
Morgan Velasquez

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