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There was powder dust on the section line road Like flower spilled on the kitchen floor It ain't rained since early spring Over a hundred thirty days or more That little pond at the foot of the hill It was dryer than a July wind Loaded up the cows and we took em to town Brought nothin took em home again (Chorus:) It was dry in 1930 It was dry in 32' I don't need a new deal hand out A little rain'll do My grandpa set beneath the shade of a post oak Pulled out his watch and he looked at the sky Wondered out loud will it ever rain I can't remember when it was this dry He looked at his wife and his dusty children And he pondered the fate of a farmin man You make a crop and it ain't worth nothin Next year the weather got him again (Chorus) Well my grandpa said that Hoover tried to starve them to death Just because they were poor They held on to one another One another's all they had before He finally gave and swallowed his pride Made a mark for credit at the general store Cost a penny a pound for cotton The next year it costs two cents more (Chorus) Well he told me once you better stick to your business Don't be drinkin and actin a fool I spent the best years of my life Lookin at the backside of a mule And he told me once you better get you some schoolin Take a look at me and these callused hands Don't forget where you were raised Keep a tie to the land (Chorus) No, I don't need a new deal hand out A little rain'll do |