The Dust Blows Forward 'N The Dust Blows Back

There's ole Gray with 'er dovewinged hat There's ole Green with her sewing machine Where's the bobbin at? Tote'n old grain in uh printed sack The dust blows forward 'n dust blows back And the wind blows black thru the sky And the smokestack blows up in suns eye What am I gonna die? Uh white flake riverboat just flew by Bubbles popped big 'n uh lipstick Kleenex hug on uh pointed forked twig Reminds me of the bobby girls Never was my hobby girls Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin' Cork bobbin' like uh hot red bulb 'n uh bluejay squeaks His beak open an inch above uh creek Gone fishin' for uh week Well I put down my bush 'n I took off my pants 'n felt free The breeze blowin' up me 'n up the canyon Far as I could see It's night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion It's black now 'n the blackbirds feedin' on rice 'n his red wings look like diamonds 'n lice I could hear the mice toes scamperin' Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock hole One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can Me 'n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam