I was born a rich man
But I've never been this poor
I moved out west to grab some land
Just to watch it sift round my door

I hoe'd a row to plant my seeds
In hopes that they would grow
Then the winds they came and took my crops
I've got nothing left to show

It doesn't really rain round here
Just enough to tease
If I could feel a drop of rain
I'd fall down to my knees

The banks all closed and the tellers left town
And I don't think they're coming back
Looks like my money's all gone away from here
Just got this nicket in the pocket of my shirt

It's another day of toil and strife
Living This dustbowl dream
The pain and anguish that I've been thru
You just couldn't begin to believe

It doesn't really rain round here
Just enough to tease
If I could feel a drop of rain
I'd fall down to my knees