Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

I think I saw a cloud yesterday
It hung around a minute, then it just blew away
It’s another identical, dusty day
Only thing not telling a lie is the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.

All signs fail in a dry spell
Don’t look to the sky
It’s got nothing to tell
But there are cracks in the ground
that run straight to hell
Maybe we’re paying for our sins
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.

Bone dry rocks where the water used to flow
Remember how fast it ran and how high it rose
Now that creek bed is empty as a dead man’s coat
Waitin’ for the wake to begin.

Old gambler crow sittin’ on a fence line
Lookin’ at me like he can read my mind
He says this country’s gonna pick you clean every time
Leave you twistin’ in the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.

Bone dry rocks where the water used to flow
Remember how fast it ran and how high it rose
Now that creek bed is empty as a dead man’s coat
Waitin’ for the wake to begin.

I think I saw a cloud yesterday
It hung around a minute, then it just blew away
It’s another identical dusty day
Only thing not tellin’ a lie is the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.

We’re all twistin’ in the wind
I don’t believe it’s ever gonna rain again.

~ Dave Stamey, “Never Gonna Rain Again,” Twelve Mile Road

It’s hard to see any clouds for the smoke … and we MUST believe it’s gonna rain again. 🙂