The Dust Blows Forward 'n the Dust Blows Back

作词 : VanVliet

There's ole Gray with her dove-wing hat

There's ole Green with her sewing machine

Where's the bobbin at?

Totin' ole grain in a printed sack

The dust blows forward n' the dust blows back

And the wind blows black through the sky

And the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye

What am I, gonna die?

A white flake riverboat just blew by

Bubbles popped big

And uh lick – and uh lipstick Kleenex

Hung on a pointed forkéd twig

Reminds me of the bobby girls

Never was my hobby girls

Hand fulla worms and a pole fishin’

Cork bobbin' like a hot red bulb

And a blue jay squeaks

His beak open an inch above a creek

Gone fishin' for a week

Well, I put down my bush

And I took off my pants 'n felt free

The breeze blowin' up me and up the canyon

Far as I could see

It's night now and the moon looks like a dandelion

It's black now and the blackbird's feedin' on rice

And his red wings look like diamonds and lice

I could hear the mice toes scamperin'

Gophers rumblin'

In pile crater rock holes

One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl

Hot coffee from a crimped-up can

Me 'n my girl named Bimbo

Limbo

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