A wicked wind, from the South,
began to blow dust away,
from out the fields,
to the center of town.
Hurry, hurry, take in your wash,
hanging on the line to dry.
Wet clothes and blowing dirt,
will make a mess, is why.
A wicked wind, from the South,
began to blow dust away,
from out the fields,
to the center of town.
Hurry, hurry, take in your wash,
hanging on the line to dry.
Wet clothes and blowing dirt,
will make a mess, is why.