Here in Texas where everything comes bigger My panhandle home was hit harder than the rest If the wind blows one way, we get the dark dust of Oklahoma From the north it's grey, and the brown is from the west Rolling black, rolling black I saw her drop to her knees and pray out loud "Another chance, another chance" I heard her say in the street "This is the end" Most of our friends are gone, they've left and become Okies The desert scares me, I'll take my chances here I get 9 cents a pound for my sour cream in town We scratch and save to live Night in day, night in day The sun was blocked, people cried "Our time has come" The wind came on, the wind came on We and our misery were covered then gone