DUSTCLOUD

That old duscloud full of lightning
back in Kansas '35
Rollin' down on the horizon
like a bad dream come alive.
Papa got us in the pickup
with a damp rag 'cross our nose
And drove off through the cloud
that he once plowed
In long straight, handsome rows.

I hid my face down in my hands.
Mama smiled at me, and he said, "Son, I understand.
But it don't hurt to laugh a bit
when the Lord's tide drowns the shore.
And if you can't laugh about, son,
It ain't worth cry in' for."

Little sister Ellie, she danced on the highest branch
of the boss-man's orchard tree.
Mama laughed as she caught the fruit that fell,
though it was bruised too much to eat.
Yes and in her eyes I saw
that dust cloud boil in' down the line.
And soon we placed her feet at the narrow end
of a rough-cut box of pine.

I hid my face down in my hands.
Papa smiled at me, and he said "son, I understand.
But remember your Mama was laughin'
when this old orchard was keeping' us poor.
And if you can't laugh there with her, son,
She ain't worth cryin' for."

Comin' home in '45
didn't they play the marchin' band.
Turlock, California
welcomes back one lonesome man.
And now in this year's empty bungalow
I pick up my guitar…
Rainclouds on the San Joaquin
and dutsclouds in my heart.

I hide my face down in my hands
And there's no one there to say I understand.
That old 2:09 on the UP line
calls the moonlight to my door.
It's been a long old time, and if you don't mind
this time I'm gonna cry for sure.
Been a long old time, and if you don't mind
this time I'm gonna cry for sure.

Originally Performed by: Lawrence Hammond
Album: Coyote's Dream
Lyrics By: Lawrence Hammond

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