Black Bush

I can sense it all around me

There's somethin' in this room

It ain't magic nor no witchcraft

No bitch 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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