Lyrics Albert King – Drownin’ On Dry Land

I’m going down, my nose is in the sand
I’m going down, down, down baby, my nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust has came over me, I think I’m drowning on dry land

My father told me, he says «Son don’t rush to be a man»

That’s OK way to go

My mother told me the story
About that lil’ dog that couldn’t see too well
She said crossed the railroad track one day
You know the train cut off a part of his tail
He turned around but never looked up
Just to peep over the rail
And she say he lost his whole head
Trying to find a little piece of tail

That’s why I’m going down, my nose is in the sand
A could of dust just came over me
And now I think I’m drowning on dry land