I can sense it all around me
There's something 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 more
It's for him that I rave
My knees was made for kneeling
An' that's just what they'll do
One of these days little girl
I'll go kneel down an' pray for you
Look see his bones are gone
He's done all my dying
Sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
I commence to crying
Oh, my brothers
These are the great Dust Bowl days
Just take a gander around you
Everything in a wicked haze
There's something 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 more
It's for him that I rave
My knees was made for kneeling
An' that's just what they'll do
One of these days little girl
I'll go kneel down an' pray for you
Look see his bones are gone
He's done all my dying
Sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
I commence to crying
Oh, my brothers
These are the great Dust Bowl days
Just take a gander around you
Everything in a wicked haze
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