Drowning On Dry Land - Albert King
I'm going down lonely
My nose is in the sand
I'm going down
Down baby
My nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust
Just came over me
And I think
I'm drowning on dry land
Yeah You know
My father he told me
His son don't
Rush to be a man
Yeah You know
My father he told me
His son don't you
Rush to be a man
But I went ahead on
And now I think
I'm drowning on dry land
You know my mother
Told me the story
About that li'l dog
That couldn't see too well
She said crossing a railroad
Track one day
When the train cut off
A part of his tail
He turned around
But never looked up
Just to peep over the rail
And she said
He lost his whole head
Trying to find
A little piece of tail
That's why I'm going down
My nose is in the sand
Yeah A could of dust
Just came over me
And now I think
I'm drowning on dry land
