Drownin' on Dry Land - Albert King

I’m going down, my nose is in the sand

I’m going down, down, down baby, my nose is in the sand

A cloud of dust has came over me, I think I’m drowning on dry land

My father told me, he says «Son don’t rush to be a man»

Yeah, you know my father he told me, he says «Son don’t you rush to be a man»

But I wanna head on, and now I think I’m drowning on dry land

That’s OK way to go

My mother told me the story

About that lil' dog that couldn’t see too well

She said crossed the railroad track one day

You know the train cut off a part of his tail

He turned around but never looked up

Just to peep over the rail

And she say he lost his whole head

Trying to find a little piece of tail

That’s why I’m going down, my nose is in the sand

A could of dust just came over me

And now I think I’m drowning on dry land