Hay Shaker -

How many bushels to a single acre

How many tonnes gonna flood this grain train?

The soil lifts it’s drifting eastward

Erosion of the arid plain

Hayshaker yeah

Hayshaker yeah

It’s time to leave the wheat

Bring back the buff

Abandon the age of grain

Bring back the bison

Standing at the wind to face it

His stinging eyes are met with sand

His pride as ruthless as the black blizzard

He’s the killer;

tiller of the flatland wasteland

Hayshaker yeah

Hayshaker yeah

It’s time to leave the wheat

Bring back the buff

Abandon the age of grain

Bring back the bison

Feed the nation from the land of the long sun

Feed the nation from this unsettling dust

Ploughs cross again corn fights the wind

Heat slows the hand sucks the land

It’s alright ripe wrong side up

There’s a prairie fire burning out of control

Hayshaker there’s a reaper in the city

Burning down your familys home

Knee deep in the dustbowl

let the wind blow it all away