Lyrics from John Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath"
The dust was mixed with the air
The air is hot
The end of May
The men sat still
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not
I get off there
I get off
They were thinking
They were thinking
They were thinking
I'm going home
Thanks for the lift
The truck soon stopped
I get off there
Thanks for the lift
Thanks
The dust mixed with the air
I get off, thanks
They were thinking
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not
it did not rain
it did not rain
Hoping for rain but it did not rain
it did not rain