A story from The Dust Bowl.
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Story behind the song
My father's family survived The Dust Bowl of the 1930's. The stories I heard growing-up inspired this song.
Lyrics
DUST by Larry Garrett 08-30-09
(Em)They gave us this house and 25 acres of (C)Oklahoma dirt.
(B7)Daddy said, a01DWe make our stand (Em)here.a01D
We fought the Dust Bowl droughts to (C)grow our corn and beans.
But for (B7)years of toil, a018bout all we had was (Em)tearsa026(D)Oh the (Em)dust.
In spring, 1937, my little sister Lucy was born.
Her laughing smile brought hope back to our days.
But The Dust Bowl was no friend to the weak and small.
Dust pneumonia took little Lucy away.
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(C)Mama said a01CSay your prayers to (Am)Jesus.a01D (C)Daddy said, a01CIn God we will (Am)trust.a01D (C)Little Lucy never said (Dm)anything at all. She was (Am)here awhilea026then she was (Em)dust. (D)Oh the (Em)dust.
When the war came I was 17, and I joined-up.
Mama said, a01CSon, we love you dear.
Youa019re leavina019 one hell to go into another,
But least the war will get you away from herea026oh the dust.
Short harmonica refraina026a026
The year I got back home, that same year Daddy died.
Three months latera026mama, she gave-up too.
I buried them out in the dust, right next to Little Lucy.
I boarded-up the housea026nuthina019 more to doa026
Bridgea026a026harmonica soloa026.Inst. Break: verse chords, then Am Em
I come back to this old house, every ten years or so.
It aina018t much, but ita019s all Ia019ve known of a01Chome.a01D
I walk through the dusty rooms, then I head-up to that hill
And clean the dust off of their tombstonesa026.oh the dust.
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Copyright © Larry Garrett 08-30-09
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