0 I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
In the month of April, county called Gray,
Here's what all of the people there say:

Chorus:
So long, it's been good to know yuh;(x3)
This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
And I got to be driftin' along.

Well the dust storm came, it came like thunder;
It dusted us over, an' it covered us under;
it blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,
Straight for home all the people did run, singin':

Chorus

Well the sweethearts they sat in the dark and they sparked,
They hugged and they kissed in that dusty old dark.
They sighed, they cried, they hugged and they kissed,
Instead of marriage, they were talking like this: Honey:

Chorus

Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
That was the preacher, he was a-makin' his call.
He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end;
You've got your last chance of salvation of sin!"

The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
An' that dusty old dust storm it blew so black.
That reacher could not read a word of his text,
An' he folded his specs, he took up collection,saying:

Chorus

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