Windy West Texas
Windy West Texas blows my dreams away
like tumbleweeds 'cross wind scoured clay.
My father's tractor creates a dust devil
in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the day
from terrace to terrace, not one terrace level
I crack the soil so the cotton will grow.
and see no future in small, weevle'd bolls
Nor chance in Hell I'll ever get away