Song Lyrics

There's ole Gray with her dove-winged hat
There's ole Green with her sewing machine
Where's the bobbin at?
Tote an old grain in a printed sack
The dust blows forward and dust blows back
And the wind blows black through the sky
And the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye
What am I gonna die?
A white flake riverboat just blew by
Bubbles popped big
And a lipstick Kleenex hug on a pointed forked twig
Reminds me of the bobby girls
Never was my hobby girls
Hand full o'worms and a pole fishin'
Cork bobbin' like a hot red bulb
And a bluejay squeaks, his beak open an inch above a creek
Gone fishin' for a week
Well, I put down my bush
And I took off my pants and felt free
The breeze blowin' up me and up the canyon
Far as I could see
It's night now and the moon looks like a dandelion
It's black now and the blackbird's feedin' on rice
And his red wings look like diamonds and lice
I could hear the mice toes scamperin'
Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock holes
One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl
Hot coffee from a crimped-up can
Me and my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam

Don Van Vliet

The duration of The Dust Blows Forward 'N the Dust Blows Back is 1:53 minutes and seconds.