| On the fourteenth day of April of 1935
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| There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky
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| You could see that dust storm comin'
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| The cloud looked deathlike black
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| And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track
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| From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line
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| And Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande
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| It fell across our cities like a curtain of black rolled down
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| We thought it was our judgement
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| And we thought it was our doom
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| Come down
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| The radio reported, we listened with alarm
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| The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm
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| Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks
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| And the children, they were crying as it whistled through the cracks
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| As it whistled through the cracks
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| And the family, it was crowded into their little room
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| They thought the world had ended
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| And they thought it was their doom
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| The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night
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| When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight
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| We saw outside our window where wheat fields, they had grown
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| Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown
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| We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in
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| We rattled down the highway never to come back again
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| Never to come back again |