Black Bush

i can sense it all around me

there's somethin' in this room
it ain't magic nor no witchcraft
no (*##$ on no broom



look see his bones are gone

he done left the grave
the grip of death it 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'll go down an pray for you



look see his bones are gone

he's done all my dyin'
sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
i commence to cryin'



o my brothers

these are the great dust bowl days
just take a gander round ya
everything in a wicked haze



"the wind blows like the devil when it blows

an a boy grows up an like the wind he goes"

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