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Ninety days since the country's seen a drop of rain Fourty four since the grass begin to burn Thirsty cattle are millin' round the old creek bed Disty winds where the waters used to churn Dusty winds hear them blow dusty winds moanin' 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 Lookin' westward is a dust cloud loomin' high in the sky Shows the trail of fifty settlers leavin' town Dusty winds hear them blow... When it's late in the evenin' in my cabin all alone It's so lonesome when that wind comes howlin' through And I think of all the settlers headin' west out of town

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