Dust on the Strings

Sun goes down,

ground is cracked and dry

(hmm-mmm) Sun goes down,

ground is cracked and dry

I look up

to a hard and heavy sky

But they won't bend my back

to the clay

(no sir)

They won't bend my back

to the clay

I am standing, come whatever day

Well water's low,

dust is on my tongue (ah-huh)

Well water's low, dust is on my tongue

But the hardest fight is the one that's just begun

But they won't bend my back

to the clay (no sir)

They won't bend my back

to the clay

I am standing, come whatever day

Stand my ground... (mmmmm-hmm)