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