The Dust Storm
Those Poor Bastards
Dm
(início)
Dm C There’s a dust storm formin’ in the sky Dm C Blowin’ down the road ’bout twelve feet high Dm C It’s tearin’ up my lungs it burns my eyes
Chorus
C Gm Am Take off your dress, put on your face Am Gm Am Take off your dress, put on your face Am Dm I’m feelin’ wild!
Verse
Dm C We’ll spend the dough you’re saving in that jar Dm C Ignore the screams a comin’ from the car Dm C Let’s forget we’re miserable and poor
Chorus
C Gm Am Take off your face, put on your dress Am Gm Am Take off your face, put on your dress Am Dm I’m feelin’ wild!
Verse
Dm C How many hours do I have left with you? Dm C Before old Revelations does come true Dm C We’ve gotta find ourselves something to do
Chorus
C Gm Am Take off your dress, put on your face Am Gm Am Take off your dress, put on your face Am Dm I’m feelin’ wild!
Verse
Dm C You know that shed behind old Miller’s pond? Dm C I stole the key last time he sold us corn Dm C The light within it shines so fuckin’ warm
Chorus
C Gm Am Take off your face, put on your dress Am Gm Am Take off your face, put on your dress Am Dm I’m feelin’ wild!
Verse
Dm C There’s a dust storm formin’ in the sky Dm C Blowin’ down the road ’bout twelve feet high Dm C It’s tearin’ up my lungs it burns my eyes
Chorus
C Gm Am Take off your dress, put on your face Am Gm Am Take off your dress, put on your face Am Dm I’m feelin’ wild!
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