Texas Drought, Pt. 1

The sidewalks are blazing hot like white-fire from a pistol shot
The sun at its zenith is proudly displayed
The old man across the street can't hardly stand the heat
He'd pay a king's ransom for one patch of shade. (There's)
Cracks in the creek bed deep dry dirt where the craw dead sleep
Dust in the birdbath is out of control
The treefrogs have ceased to sing fireflies have lost their zing
And life on the rice farm is taking a toll

Brazos river s less than three feet deep.
Watermelon farmers wife can't sleep.
Dust dripping from a windmill spout
Everybody wants to end this drought

The firetrucks and sirens scream like scenes from an old bad dream
The drought seeps into your bones till your last drink of water's gone
And a rise from the ashes falls on your head

The jukebox plays Jimmy Reed dry-winds blow tumbleweed
The blues and the night have a mind of their own
With beer joints to slake our thirst we wait for the great cloud-burst Pray let there be raindrops the size of a stone

Witch doctor beat the tom-tom loud
Helicopter pilot seed the clouds
Baptist preacher get your prayer book out
Somebody's got to end this drought
Cattle rancher watch the skies all day
Sun is shining but you can't make hay
The only thing that's left to talk about
Is how on earth we're gonna end this drought. No doubt