Drownin’ On Dry Land – Albert King (originally by Jimmy McGriff)
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I’m going down, my nose is in the sand I’m going down, down, down baby, my nose is in the sand A cloud of dust has came over me, I think I’m drowning on dry land
My father told me, he says “Son don’t rush to be a man” Yeah, you know my father he told me, he says “Son don’t you rush to be a man” But I wanna head on, and now I think I’m drowning on dry land
That’s OK way to go
My mother told me the story About that lil’ dog that couldn’t see too well She said crossed the railroad track one day You know the train cut off a part of his tail He turned around but never looked up Just to peep over the rail And she say 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 A could of dust just came over me And now I think I’m drowning on dry land