Dustbowl Lover

S. Celestini © 2009

Good-bye baby, hello rain I don’t think we’re ever gonna get enough to drown this pain Curse yer leavin’, Napa Valley bound Just when our Lord decided it was time to turn this wreck around Pampa, Texas needs you and so do I If you leave us they’ll be nothin’ left to do but shrivel up and die Dust bowl lover, why’d you go away? The crops’ll soon be back and we’ll be livin’ them glory days Sky is clearing, I should see for miles But all I see’s a faded photo lit up by your dear, sweet smile The worst is over, please come home to stay Folks is just as happy here as them in Californ-eye-ay Spirit’s willin’, but the flesh is slow I should jump a rail and chase you but my Huntington’s won’t let me go Okema’s callin’, “boy won’t you come on home?” Foolish pride won’t let me leave this place I plowed and cursed to call my own So I sit here a brewing, carrying this torch While all the woes of Texas keep me company on this porch Dust bowl lover, there’s got to be a way To make you pick this homestead ‘stead of pickin’ them valley grapes

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