The Dust Blows Forward n’ the Dust Blows Back

Lyrics

There's ole Gray with her dove-winged hat There's ole Green with her sewing machine Where's the bobbinet? Tote an old grain in a printed sack The dust blows forward n' the dust blows back And the wind blows black through the sky And the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye What am I, gonna die? A white flake riverboat just blew by Bubbles popped big And a lick—, and a lipstick Kleenex Hung on a pointed forked twig Reminds me of the bobby girls Never was my hobby girls Hand full o'worms and a pole fishin' Cork bobbin' like a hot red bulb And a bluejay squeaks His beak open an inch above a creek Gone fishin' for a week Well, I put down my bush And I took off my pants and felt free The breeze blowin' up me and up the canyon Far as I could see It's night now And the moon looks like a dandelion It's black now And the blackbird's feedin' on rice And his red wings Look like diamonds and lice I could hear the mice toes scamperin' Gophers rumblin' In pile crater rock holes One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl Hot coffee from a crimped-up can Me and my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam