| On the 14th day of April of 1935
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| There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky
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| You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black
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| And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track
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| From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line
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| Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande
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| It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down
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| We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom
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| The radio reported, we listened with alarm
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| The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm;
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| From Albuquerque and Clovis, and all New Mexico
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| They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw
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| From old Dodge City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell
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| And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old Boot Hill
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| From Denver, Colorado, they said it blew so strong
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| They thought that they could hold out, but they didn’t know how long
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| Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks
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| And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks
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| And the family it was crowded into their little room
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| They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom
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| The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night
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| When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight
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| We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown
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| Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown
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| It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns
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| It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm
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| We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in
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| We rattled down that highway to never come back again |