Dusty Winds

Dusty Winds - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)

Ninety days since the country's seen a drop of rain

Fourty four since the grass begin to burn

Thirsty cattle are milling round the old creek bed

Disty winds where the waters used to churn

Dusty winds hear them blow dusty winds moaning low

Night and day on they go those dusty winds

Now a cloud in the sky but still the sun shines dim

But enough to turn the scenery dark and brown

Looking westward is a dust cloud looming high in the sky

Shows the trail of fifty settlers leaving town

Dusty winds hear them blow dusty winds moaning low

Night and day on they go those dusty winds

When it's late in the evening in my cabin all alone

It's so lonesome when that wind comes howling through

And I think of all the settlers heading west out of town

Kind of wish I had left here with them too

Dusty winds hear them blow dusty winds moaning low

Night and day on they go those dusty winds