When the wind blows through this desert It moans a desperate howl A sound to warn of a coming storm From deep within the ground Calling out to every shadow this dry and thirsty land Blood and bone dust and stone Cold hard steel and sand Halfway between Fort Worth and El Paso Thats the big spring and big lake Lies a place upon our planet where old satans army landed From down to earth from heavens holy grace One third of all the angels broke their bones upon the basin Blood soaked into the stone thick and black They gave us fame wealth and power and its paid out by the hour You take it son there aint no turning back Santa rita number one blocking out the evenin sun Sound of thunder booming under sand People came from far and wide to watch it rain down from the sky Drilling deep beneath the reach of mortal man The angels they did mourn when that sacred bell was torn Lifeblood pumped from planetary crust That petroleum did flow from the permeant below And the buildings made of stone rose up from dust Derricks made from cold hard steel rusting in the open fields Where the pump jacks used to bow their heads and pray In the light of every rising sun Here on earth thy will be done As it is in heaven every day Spirits roam this barren land Disguised as blowing desert sand Carried on the western prairie wind Waiting for the lightning flash, the rising smoke, the smell of ash Crash of thunder underground again When the wind blows this desert It moans a desperate howl A sound to warn of a coming storm From deep within the ground Calling out to every shadow this dry and thirsty land Blood and bone dust and stone Cold hard steel and sand Blood and bone dust and stone Cold hard steel and sand
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