Franklin Canyon Dust

Gets in my blood and it gets in my bones

Gets in my hair until my hair is dead and gone

Makes a grown cowboy cry

Puts a red line in his eye

He'll be prayin' for the rain all summer long

And that Franklin Canyon dust

Is in my teeth when I cuss

I'll be all winter long comin' clean

And the only thing worse

Then the Franklin Canyon dirt

Is the Franklin Canyon mud in the spring

We will start our mornin' ride

Out on that long divide

By the light of a full harvest moon

Come the settin' of the sun

Another hard day's work is done

We'll be sittin' 'round the fire pickin' tunes

With that Franklin Canyon dust

In our teeth when we cuss

We'll be all winter long comin' clean

And the only thing worse

Than the Franklin Canyon dirt

Is the Franklin Canyon mud in the spring

When it comes my time to die

I pray they bury me

Somewhere inside

Of that Franklin Canyon dust

That's in your teeth when you cuss

You'll be all winter long comin' clean

And the only thing worse

Than the Franklin Canyon dirt

Is the Franklin Canyon mud in the spring