| Song | Dust Can't Kill Me |
| Artist | Woody Guthrie |
| Album | Dust Bowl Ballads [Rounder] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Guthrie | |
| That old dust storm killed my baby, | |
| But it can't kill me, | |
| Lord And it can't kill me. | |
| That old dust storm killed my family, | |
| But it can't kill me, | |
| Lord And it can't kill me. | |
| That old landlord got my homestead, | |
| But he can't get me, | |
| Lord, And he can't get me. | |
| That old dry spell killed my crop, boys, | |
| But it can't kill me, | |
| Lord And it can't kill me. | |
| That old tractor got my home, boys, | |
| But it can't get me, | |
| Lord And it can't get me. | |
| That old tractor run my house down, | |
| But it can't get me down, | |
| And it can't get me. | |
| That old pawn shop got my furniture, | |
| But it can't get me, | |
| Lord, And it can't get me. | |
| That old highway's got my relatives, | |
| But it can't get me, | |
| Lord, And it can't get me. | |
| That old dust might kill my wheat, boys, | |
| But it can't kill me, | |
| Lord And it can't kill me. | |
| I have weathered a-many a dust storm, | |
| But it can't get me, boys, | |
| And it can't kill me. | |
| That old dust storm, well, it blowed my barn down, | |
| But it can't blow me down, | |
| And it can't blow me down. | |
| That old wind might blow this world down, | |
| But it can't blow me down, | |
| It can't kill me. | |
| That old dust storm's killed my baby, | |
| But it can't kill me, | |
| Lord And it can't kill me. |
| zuo qu : Guthrie | |
| That old dust storm killed my baby, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old dust storm killed my family, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old landlord got my homestead, | |
| But he can' t get me, | |
| Lord, And he can' t get me. | |
| That old dry spell killed my crop, boys, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old tractor got my home, boys, | |
| But it can' t get me, | |
| Lord And it can' t get me. | |
| That old tractor run my house down, | |
| But it can' t get me down, | |
| And it can' t get me. | |
| That old pawn shop got my furniture, | |
| But it can' t get me, | |
| Lord, And it can' t get me. | |
| That old highway' s got my relatives, | |
| But it can' t get me, | |
| Lord, And it can' t get me. | |
| That old dust might kill my wheat, boys, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| I have weathered amany a dust storm, | |
| But it can' t get me, boys, | |
| And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old dust storm, well, it blowed my barn down, | |
| But it can' t blow me down, | |
| And it can' t blow me down. | |
| That old wind might blow this world down, | |
| But it can' t blow me down, | |
| It can' t kill me. | |
| That old dust storm' s killed my baby, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. |
| zuò qǔ : Guthrie | |
| That old dust storm killed my baby, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old dust storm killed my family, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old landlord got my homestead, | |
| But he can' t get me, | |
| Lord, And he can' t get me. | |
| That old dry spell killed my crop, boys, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old tractor got my home, boys, | |
| But it can' t get me, | |
| Lord And it can' t get me. | |
| That old tractor run my house down, | |
| But it can' t get me down, | |
| And it can' t get me. | |
| That old pawn shop got my furniture, | |
| But it can' t get me, | |
| Lord, And it can' t get me. | |
| That old highway' s got my relatives, | |
| But it can' t get me, | |
| Lord, And it can' t get me. | |
| That old dust might kill my wheat, boys, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. | |
| I have weathered amany a dust storm, | |
| But it can' t get me, boys, | |
| And it can' t kill me. | |
| That old dust storm, well, it blowed my barn down, | |
| But it can' t blow me down, | |
| And it can' t blow me down. | |
| That old wind might blow this world down, | |
| But it can' t blow me down, | |
| It can' t kill me. | |
| That old dust storm' s killed my baby, | |
| But it can' t kill me, | |
| Lord And it can' t kill me. |