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Red Dirt Rising (Outlaw Country)

heya folks another little ditty about getting old :-) .... just having fun with technology enjoy or not ..lol....have a great day :-) :-) Old man’s hands are cracked like the creek bed in June— We lived on powdered milk and the light of a desert moon... Four walls of corrugated tin, singing when the wind blows thin. The dust, it gets into your bones— It’s the only wealth a poor boy owns... OH, THAT RED DIRT RISING! Where the hunger meets the sky— We didn't have a dollar, but we had the 'do or die'— Yeah, we’re living on the bottom, but our spirits' running high! School bus was a memory, the bitumen a dream— Struggling just to keep the fat within the cream... Mumma patched the trousers, Dad, he patched the roof... Living proof that "hard" is just the honest truth— OH, THAT RED DIRT RISING! Where the hunger meets the sky— We didn't have a dollar, but we had the 'do or die'— Yeah, we’re living on the bottom, but our spirits' running high! The wind is howling through the wire— The sun is a ball of orange fire! Now I'm standing where he stood, forty years gone by— The same red dust is swirling, the same empty sky. The tin is rusted over, the tank is running dry... But I’m still standing tall, under the eagle’s eye— Just the red dirt rising... (Red dirt rising...) (Still rising...) (In the dust...) (In the red...)