[00:00.00] 作词 : Braxton Keith Wilkerson/Charles Aden Stout
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Braxton Keith Wilkerson/Charles Aden Stout
[00:08.24]When the wind blows through this desert
[00:12.89]It moans a desperate howl
[00:17.72]A sound to warn of a coming storm
[00:22.02]From deep within the ground
[00:26.50]Calling out to every shadow of this dry and thirsty land
[00:36.33]Blood and bones, dust and stone
[00:40.99]Cold hard steel and sand
[00:49.54]Halfway between Fort Worth and El Paso
[00:54.14]West of Big Spring and Big Lake
[00:58.22]Lies a place upon our planet where ol' Satan's army landed
[01:03.01]From down to earth to Heaven's holy grace
[01:07.61]One third of all the angels broke their bones upon the basin
[01:12.15]But soaked into the stone thick and black
[01:16.29]They gave us fame, wealth, and power and it's paid out by the hour
[01:21.03]You take it son there ain't no turning back
[01:25.48]Santa Rita number one blocking out the evening sun
[01:29.90]Sound of thunder blowing under sand
[01:34.50]People came from far and wide to watch it rain down from the sky
[01:39.39]Coming deep beneath the reach of mortal man
[01:43.90]The angels they did mourn when that sacred bell was torn
[01:48.60]Life blood pumped from planetary crust
[01:52.74]That petroleum did flow from the permian below
[01:57.67]And the buildings made from stone rose up from dust
[02:38.29]Derricks made of cold hard steel rusting in the open field
[02:42.82]Where the pump jacks use to bow their heads and pray
[02:47.35]In the light of every rising sun here on earth thy will be done
[02:52.31]As it is in Heaven every day
[02:56.50]Spirits roam this barren land disguised as blowing desert sand
[03:01.44]Carried on the western praire wind
[03:06.14]Waiting for the lightning flash the rising smoke the smell of ash
[03:10.67]Crash of thunder underground again
[03:14.70]When the wind blows through this desert
[03:19.31]It moans a desperate howl
[03:24.31]A sound to warn of a coming storm
[03:28.75]From deep within the ground
[03:32.95]Calling out to every shadow of this dry and thirsty land
[03:43.03]Blood and bones, dust and stone
[03:47.93]Cold hard steel and sand
[03:53.09]Blood and bones
[03:56.66]Dust and stone
[04:01.50]Cold hard steel and sand

作词 : Braxton Keith Wilkerson/Charles Aden Stout
作曲 : Braxton Keith Wilkerson/Charles Aden Stout
When the wind blows through this desert
It moans a desperate howl
A sound to warn of a coming storm
From deep within the ground
Calling out to every shadow of this dry and thirsty land
Blood and bones, dust and stone
Cold hard steel and sand
Halfway between Fort Worth and El Paso
West of Big Spring and Big Lake
Lies a place upon our planet where ol' Satan's army landed
From down to earth to Heaven's holy grace
One third of all the angels broke their bones upon the basin
But soaked into the stone thick and black
They gave us fame, wealth, and power and it's paid out by the hour
You take it son there ain't no turning back
Santa Rita number one blocking out the evening sun
Sound of thunder blowing under sand
People came from far and wide to watch it rain down from the sky
Coming deep beneath the reach of mortal man
The angels they did mourn when that sacred bell was torn
Life blood pumped from planetary crust
That petroleum did flow from the permian below
And the buildings made from stone rose up from dust
Derricks made of cold hard steel rusting in the open field
Where the pump jacks use to bow their heads and pray
In the light of every rising sun here on earth thy will be done
As it is in Heaven every day
Spirits roam this barren land disguised as blowing desert sand
Carried on the western praire wind
Waiting for the lightning flash the rising smoke the smell of ash
Crash of thunder underground again
When the wind blows through this desert
It moans a desperate howl
A sound to warn of a coming storm
From deep within the ground
Calling out to every shadow of this dry and thirsty land
Blood and bones, dust and stone
Cold hard steel and sand
Blood and bones
Dust and stone
Cold hard steel and sand