C  F   C
Am G   F
F  G   Am G
F


[VERSE 1]
               C
     Don't you judge me
                  F                       C
     if my shirt's grown worn and patched
Am                  F                     C
    'Cause I'm much tougher than I look
                   C
     And it's been hard here
                F                 C
     And the sky went dry way back
        Am                   F
     My father's fields went empty
           C                 G
    'Cause nothing ever took


[CHORUS 1]
Am                  G      F      C
     I hate the dust of Ok - laho - ma
Am                    C/G                F
     The wind that car - ries years away
Am                   G             F             C
     I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
              C                 G7              F            C
     and that rain just keeps a-coming like all bad dreams do


[INTERLUDE 1]
C F C


[VERSE 2]
C                              F             C
     All I can see against that scarecrow horizon is
Am                F      C
     endless night and a telephone wire
C                              F               C
     The only thing that I can seem to keep my eyes on are those
     Am7              F           C                   G
     iron tracks that disappear into the scorching sun


[CHORUS 2]
Am                  G      F      C
     I hate the dust of Ok - laho - ma
Am                    C/G                        F
     The wind that car - ries years away
Am                   G        F                  C
     I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
              C                  G               F            C
     and that train just keeps a-coming like all bad dreams do


[INTERLUDE 2]
C   C | F  C |
Am  F | C  C |
C   C | F  C C/B |
Am  F | C  G     |
G  |


[VERSE 3]
C                           F                 C
     My father's dreams the weeds have overta - ken
Am               G                   F
     And they're buried in the ground
C          C/B       Am       C/G          F                C
     And I made a pro - mise, for his lands you always trea - sure 
Am              G              F
     There's no treasure to be found


[FINAL CHORUS]
Am                  G      F      C
     I hate the dust of Ok - laho - ma
Am                    C/G                        F
     The wind that car - ries years away
Am                  G         F                C
     I hate the sand, my Lord knows it to be true
              C         C/B     Am7    G        F            C
     and that rain just keeps a-coming like all bad dreams do
              C        C/B     Am7    G        F            C
     and that day just keeps a-coming like all bad dreams do


[OUTRO]
C  F   C
Am G   F
F  G   Am G
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