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Shake the Dust
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Hear that baby cryin' - hear that baby scream? Out of luck with an empty gut better find something to eat. Corn stalks stopped growing - the cow, she went dry. Fields we trusted turned to dust and turned the daytime night, Lord. ~We gave in to begging, lost our pride in pounds. But beans and mush weren't enough to keep them from the ground, no. See those branches swayin' - naked without leaves? Look below there's two headstones, my wife and child beneath, Lord. ~See that suit a'comin'? See him and you run. Watch his pen or you'll be dead 'cuz he don't need a gun, no. The bank stole my house, Lord, the dozer did the job. I asked for just a moment but the driver wouldn't stop, no. ~What's that a floatin' like mist in the night? Three poor ghosts from Oklahome - lookin' for a fight, yeah.
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Lyrics Credits: Christian Williams
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Music Credits: Christian Williams
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Producer Credits: Christian Williams
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Label Credits: Lonely Ghost
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Song Length: 2:56
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Primary Genre: Country-Alternative
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Secondary Genre: -
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