Ninety days since the country`s seen a drop of rain
Forty-four since the grass began to burn
Thristy cattle are millin` round the old creek bed
Dusty winds where the waters used to churn
Dusty winds, hear them blow
Dusty winds, moanin` low
Night and day on they go
Those dusty winds
Not a cloud in the sky but still the sun shines dim
But enough to turn the scenery dark and brown
Lookin` Westward is a dust cloud loomin` high in the sky
Shows the trail of fifty settlers leavin` town
Dusty winds, hear them blow
Dusty winds, moanin` low
Night and day on they go
Those dusty winds
When it`s late in the evenin`, in my cabin all alone
It`s so lonesome when that wind comes howlin` through
And I think of all the settlers headin` West out of town
Kinda wished I`d have left here with them too
Dusty winds, hear them blow
Dusty winds, moanin` low
Night and day on they go
Those dusty winds