CG
I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
CG
of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
CC7F
in the month called April, the county called Gray,
GG7C
and here's what all of the people there say:
C
"So long, it's been good to know yuh,
GC
so long, it's been good to know yuh,
C7F
so long, it's been good to know yuh,
CG
this dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
G7C
and I got to be driftin' along."
CG
A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder,
CG
it dusted us over, an' it covered us under,
CC7F
blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,
GG7C
straight for home all the people did run, singin':
CG
We talked of the end of the world, and then,
CG
we'd sing a song an' then sing it again.
CC7F
We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word,
GG7C
and then these words would be heard:
CG
Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,
CG
they hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.
CC7F
They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,
GG7C
instead of marriage, they talked like this: "Honey..."
CG
Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
CG
that was the preacher, a-makin' his call.
CC7F
He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end,
GG7C
an' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!"
CG
The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
CG
an' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.
CC7F
Preacher could not read a word of his text,
C
an' he folded his specs, an' he took up collection, said: