He's done all my dyin'
My knees was made for kneelin'
O my brothers
Just take a gander round ya
The wind blows like the devil when it blows
One of these days little girl
For him that I rave
It ain't magic nor no witchcraft
No bitch on no broom
These are the dust bowl days
Sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
An' a boy grows up an like the
Look see his bones are gone
He done left the grave
Yes, it blows
Look see his bones are gone
The grip of death it could not hold him down no
An' that's just what they'll do
I'm gonna kneel down an pray for you
Everything in a wicked haze
I commence to cryin', yeah
