He had rough hands
And a cautious glare
No he never smiled, he was just gracious to be there
He wore old jeans
And a cotton shirt
You never saw him leave
He was always there first
He would travel far
From the Midwestern plains
They were the black winds
They were the black winds
His fertile land transformed to sand
And it blew away to California
He left it all behind
Traded it for a dime
It was never planned to leave a broken heartland
He would travel far
From the Midwestern plains
They were the black winds
They were the black winds
He had rough hands
And a cautious glare
No he never smiled, he was just gracious to be there
He wore old jeans
And a cotton shirt
You never saw him leave
He was always there first
He would travel far
From the Midwestern plains
They were the black winds
They were the black winds