Dust Bowl Lover (S. Celestini)

Goodbye baby, hello rain
I don't think we're ever gonna get enough to drown this pain
Curse your leaving, Napa Valley bound
Just when the Lord decided it was time to turn this wreck around

Pampa, Texas needs you and so do I
If you leave us there'll be nothing left to do but shrivel up and die
Dust bowl lover why'd you go away
The crops'll soon be back and we'll be living them glory days

Sky is clearing, I should see for miles
But all I see's a faded photo lit up by your dear sweet smile
The worst is over, please come home to stay
Folks is just as happy hear as them in Californ-I-A

Spirit's willing, but the flesh is slow
I should jump a rail and chase yuh, but my Huntington's won'' let me go
Okema's calling boy won't you come on home
Foolish pride won't let me leave this place I plowed and cursed to call my own

So I sit here brewing, carrying a torch
While all the woes of Texas keep me company on this porch
Dust bowl lover there's got to be a way
To make you pick this homestead ‘stead of picking those valley grapes