The Great Dust Storm - The Felice Brothers, Felice Brothers

On the fourteenth day of April of 1935

There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky

You could see that dust storm comin'

The cloud looked deathlike black

And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track

From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line

And Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande

It fell across our cities like a curtain of black rolled down

We thought it was our judgement

And we thought it was our doom

Come down

The radio reported, we listened with alarm

The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm

Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks

And the children, they were crying as it whistled through the cracks

As it whistled through the cracks

And the family, it was crowded into their little room

They thought the world had ended

And they thought it was their doom

The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night

When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight

We saw outside our window where wheat fields, they had grown

Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown

We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in

We rattled down the highway never to come back again

Never to come back again