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
But 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
But that train just keeps a coming
Like all bad dreams do
But that train just keeps a coming
Like all bad dreams do
