NOTHING! NOTHING BUT DRY!

The song, Nothing But Dry, came after I read an article about Texas panhandle farmers who are suffering the depletion of the Ogallala Aquifer (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogallala_Aquifer) and the end of farming in their area. One retired farmer,telling of how he once farmed before going to school, said: "I ploughed into the rising sun and I knew there was a God." He may not be so sure these days.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/8359076/US-farmers-fear-the-return-of-the-Dust-Bowl.html)

NOTHING BUT DRY!

Here in Texas

Water's precious.

But nothing's flowing anymore.

Thirsty cattle.

They can't drink dust.

Nothing but dry to the core.

Oh no!

Nothing! Nothing but dry!

chorus:

Once I ploughed into the rising sun

And I knew that there was a God.

But now it's all come to nothing!

Nothing!

All those mornings busting sod.

Please tell me? Is there still a God?

Dear dear mama;

Dear dear papa;

I hear you crying in the wind:

"Say 'goodbye' to the Ogallala.

Cause it won't come back again. Oh no!

Nothing! Nothing but dry!"

chorus:

You can dig wells

In Nebraska

And smell the sweet grasses grow.

Until you lose the Ogallala,

Then it's all dry down below. Oh no!

Nothing! Nothing but dry!

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