A DUST STORM
Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 7:30 pm
she's been revived let's see what you think.
A dust storm
It’s a miracle it don’t kill me, as she whinges about her washing,
all covered in grey dust,
But I can’t say that you'll blame her, that rotten flaming stuff.
Why it gets in all your bedding, and its murder in your crutch,
an you’ll stand for hours scratchin Tis something, I don’t like to much
Why it covers up the kitchen floor, till you’ll sweep it up once more.
then you’ll put the broom away, and in despair, you’ll do it all again
Why! it’s just that sort of stuff, you don’t wish to have around.
It’s dirty filthy rotten stuff, that dust that’s flying round.
Why it gets into your nostrils, and makes it hard to breathe.
It gets into your open mouth, and makes your spit turn black.
Oh I’ll pray to you your lordship, and you know that’s mighty hard.
But lord if you could do a miracle, please send it off, to someone else yard
Written by Bill Williams ©
A dust storm
It’s a miracle it don’t kill me, as she whinges about her washing,
all covered in grey dust,
But I can’t say that you'll blame her, that rotten flaming stuff.
Why it gets in all your bedding, and its murder in your crutch,
an you’ll stand for hours scratchin Tis something, I don’t like to much
Why it covers up the kitchen floor, till you’ll sweep it up once more.
then you’ll put the broom away, and in despair, you’ll do it all again
Why! it’s just that sort of stuff, you don’t wish to have around.
It’s dirty filthy rotten stuff, that dust that’s flying round.
Why it gets into your nostrils, and makes it hard to breathe.
It gets into your open mouth, and makes your spit turn black.
Oh I’ll pray to you your lordship, and you know that’s mighty hard.
But lord if you could do a miracle, please send it off, to someone else yard
Written by Bill Williams ©