Quadruple ZZ Top - Bummer

Once again the soil has produced no yield

The dust is permeating

Black mud begins to clog my lungs

Whatever the sun leaves you, locusts will take

No such thing as fertile land round these parts

Black clouds, they seem to tumble

Over the stretch of these great plains

Watching the land discipline us for man’s ignorance

Dust is factored in

Crops have failed

Live-stock's dead

Think i’m next