Dusty Old Dust (So Long It's Been Good to Know Yuh) - Woody Guthrie

I’ve sung this song, but I’ll sing it again,\nOf the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,\nIn the month called April, county called Gray,\nAnd here’s what all of the people there say:\nSo long, it’s been good to know yuh;\nSo long, it’s been good to know yuh;\nSo long, it’s been good to know yuh.\nThis dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,\nAnd I got to be driftin' along.\nA dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder;\nIt dusted us over, an' it covered us under;\nBlocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,\nStraight for home all the people did run,\nSingin':\nWe talked of the end of the world, and then\nWe’d sing a song an' then sing it again.\nWe’d sit for an hour an' not say a word,\nAnd then these words would be heard:\nSweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,\nThey hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.\nThey sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,\nInstead of marriage, they talked like this:\n«Honey…»\nNow, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,\nThat was the preacher, a-makin' his call.\nHe said, «Kind friend, this may the end;\nAn' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!»\nThe churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,\nAn' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.\nPreacher could not read a word of his text,\nAn' he folded his specs, an' he took up collection,\nSaid: