Fred Eaglesmith Dusty
Across the mesa, the daylight shines in your eyes and it makes you blind
And in your head the sirens wail, they just let you out of jail
You're just dusty now, there's flies on you
Your guns are rusty and your soul is too
The Texas is wearing off of your old leather boots
You're just dusty now, there's flies on you
There's tobacco inside your cuffs
And you drink too much but it's never enough
People stare at you as you stand and cough
Might be the weather, might be the dust
You're just dusty now...
Rain rain rain in a western sky
Teardrops in your heart, gravel in your eyes
