The Dust Blows Forward and the Dust Blows Back

There’s ole Gray with ‘er dove-winged hat Threre’s ole Green with her sewing machine Where’s the bobbin at? Tote’n old grain in uh printed sack The dust blows forward ‘n dust blows back And the wind blows black thru the sky And the smokestack blows up in suns eye What am I gonna die? Uh white flake riverboat just flew by Bubbles popped big ‘n uh lipstick Kleenex hung on uh pointed forked twig Reminds of the bobby girls Never was my hobby girls Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin’ Cork bobbin’ like uh hot red bulb ‘n uh blue jay squeaks His beak open an inch above uh creek Gone fishin’ for a week Well I put down my bush ‘n I took of my pants ‘n felt free The breeze blowin’ up me ‘n up the canyon Far as I could see It’s night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion It’s black now ‘n the blackbird’s feedin’ on rice ‘n his red wings look diamonds ‘n lice I can hear the mice toes scamperin’ Gophers rumblin’ in pile crater rock hole One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can Me ‘n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam