| That old dust storm killed my baby
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| But it can’t kill me, Lord
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| And it can’t kill me
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| That old dust storm killed my family
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| But it can’t kill me, Lord
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| And it can’t kill me
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| That old landlord got my homestead
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| But he can’t get me, Lord
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| And he can’t get me
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| That old dry spell killed my crop, boys
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| But it can’t kill me, Lord
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| And it can’t kill me
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| That old tractor got my home, boys
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| But it can’t get me, Lord
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| And it can’t get me
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| That old tractor run my house down
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| But it can’t get me down
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| And it can’t get me
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| That old pawn shop got my furniture
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| But it can’t get me, Lord
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| And it can’t get me
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| That old highway’s got my relatives
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| But it can’t get me, Lord
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| And it can’t get me
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| That old dust might kill my wheat, boys
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| But it can’t kill me, Lord
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| And it can’t kill me
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| I have weathered a-many a dust storm
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| But it can’t get me, boys
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| And it can’t kill me
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| That old dust storm, well, it blowed my barn down
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| But it can’t blow me down
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| And it can’t blow me down
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| That old wind might blow this world down
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| But it can’t blow me down
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| It can’t kill me
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| That old dust storm’s killed my baby
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| But it can’t kill me, Lord
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| And it can’t kill me |