Cold Hard Steel and Sand

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 bone
 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 old satan's army landed
 Thrown down to earth from heavens holy grace
 One third of all the angels broke their bones upon the basin
 Blood soaked into the stone thick and black
 They gave us fame, wealth, and power
 And it's payed out by the hour
 If you take it son
 There ain't no turning back
 Santa Rita number one
 Blocking out the evening sun
 The sound of thunder booming under sand
 People came from far and wide
 To watch it rain down from the sky
 Drilling deep beneath the reach of mortal man
 The angels they did mourn
 When that sacred vail was torn
 Life blood pumped from planetary crust
 That petroleum did flow from the permian below
 And the buildings made of stone rose up from dust
 Derricks made of cold hard steel
 Rusting in the open fields
 Where the pump jacks used 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 everyday
 Spirits roam this barren land
 Disguised as blowing desert sand
 Carried on the western prairie wind
 Waiting for the lightning flash
 The rising smoke the smell of ash
 The 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 bone
 Dust and stone
 Cold Hard Steel And Sand
 Blood and bone
 Dust and stone
 Cold Hard Steel And Sand