I can sense it all around me
Somethin' in this room
It ain't magic nor no witchcraft
No b____ on no broom

Look see his bones are gone
He done left the grave
The grip of death could not hold him down, no
It's for him that I rave

My knees was made for kneelin'
An that's just what they'll do
One of these days little girl
I'm gonna kneel down and pray for you

Look see his bones are gone
He's done all that dyin'
Sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
I commence to cryin'

O my brothers
These are the dust bowl days
Just take a gander round you
Everything in a wicked haze

The wind blows like the devil when it blows
And, yes, it blows
And a boy grows up and like the wind he goes

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