Dust Bowl Dance

The young man stands on the edge of his porch

The days were short and the father was gone

There was no one in the town and no one in the field

This dusty barren land had given all it could yield

I've been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen

And I have no idea where else my heart could have been

I placed all my trust at the foot of this hill

And now I am sure my heart can never be still

So collect your courage and collect your horse

And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse

Seal my heart and break my pride