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How many bushels to a single acre
How many tonnes gonna flood this grain train?
The soil lifts it's drifting eastward
Erosion of the arid plain
Hayshaker yeah
Hayshaker yeah
It's time to leave the wheat
Bring back the buff
Abandon the age of grain
Bring back the bison
Standing at the wind to face it
His stinging eyes are met with sand
His pride as ruthless as the black blizzard
He's the killer; tiller of the flatland wasteland
Hayshaker yeah
Hayshaker yeah
It's time to leave the wheat
Bring back the buff
Abandon the age of grain
Bring back the bison
Feed the nation from the land of the long sun
Feed the nation from this unsettling dust
Ploughs cross again corn fights the wind
Heat slows the hand sucks the land
It's alright ripe wrong side up
There's a prairie fire burning out of control
Hayshaker there's a reaper in the city
Burning down your familys home
Knee deep in the dustbowl
let the wind blow it all away