Pale faced rocks line these walls
I brush the dust from my face
These rocks are the audience
Bad form to let them wait
The wind blows past these tired eyes
Once more into the fray
Scuff the dust as I dig
You and I, and I'll have the last say
Well, this is God's land
A shovel and a soul, I pray
This is God's land
A shovel and a soul, I say
Old time rock and memories
Welcome to the dust bowl
I've buried many in this place
It's just your arrogance in the way
Master all that is here
You're in safe hands, don't fear
This is God's land
A shovel and a soul, I pray
Woah, this is God's land
A shovel and a soul, I pray
Old time rock and memories
Welcome to the dust bowl
Old time rock and memories
Welcome to the dust bowl