I can sense it all around me
   there's somethin' in this room
   it ain't magic nor no witchcraft
   no bitch on no broom
  
   look see his bones are gone
   he done left the grave
   the grip of death it could not hold him down no
   it's for him that i rave
  
   my knees was made for kneelin'
   an that's just what they'll do
   one of these days little girl
   i'll go down an pray for you
  
   look see his bones are gone
   he's done all my dyin'
   sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
   i commence to cryin'
  
   o my brothers
   these are the great dust bowl days
   just take a gander round ya
   everything in a wicked haze
  
   "the wind blows like the devil when it blows
   an a boy grows up an like the wind he goes"