When the fields all turn to wind
And the soil turns to sand
And the graves all line the roads of the wastelands
We hunker and we hush as the tin crop turns to dust
Waiting as our farm turns to ashes and to rust
When the fields all turn
(When the fields all turn)
To the big dust bowl
(To the big dust bowl)
The fields become the casket lands
Dig that grave
(Dig that grave)
Where the well runs dry
(Where the well runs dry)
You'll be raining down from your eye
Burned in the sun
To hell the rain will come
To hell the rain will come
We burn in the sun
To hell the rain will come
To hell the rain will come
When the fields all turn to wind
And the soil turns to sand
And the graves all line the roads of the wastelands
We hunker and we hush as the tin crop turns to dust
Waiting as our farm turns to ashes and to rust
When the fields all turn
(When the fields all turn)
To the big dust bowl
(To the big dust bowl)
The fields become the casket lands
Dig that grave
(Dig that grave)
When the well runs dry
(Dig that grave)
You'll be raining down from your eye
When the fields all turn
To the big dust bowl
The fields become the casket lands
Dig that grave
When the well runs dry
You'll be raining down from your eye
Burn in the sun
To hell the rain will come
To hell the rain will come
We burn in the sun
To hell the rain will come
To hell the rain will come
We burn