Two hours gone And I'm out of Port Silo All over dust. I'm over Port Silo. I hate Port Silo. I hate Port Silo Fourteen hours Walking through corn Trying to keep husks out of my mouth Fourteen hours Walking these dust roads Trying to keep dust out of my eyes Wasting my time. Wasting my time. I hate the dust. I hate Port Silo. I hate the road I hate the river One backwater Port After another up to my chest Walking through corn fields up to my waist Wading through rivers trying to rest riding the rag boats keeping my head down keeping my head down keeping my head down. Wasting my time. Wasting my time. Wasting my time. I hate the dust. I hate Port Silo. I hate Port Silo If I keep my head down I’ll drown I'll go under under the water under the dust all the scraping and scutting under the dust I hate Port Silo Who makes all the dust? corn cotton rag dust scutting and scraping scraping and scutting I hate Port Silo Who makes it all? Not me. Not God. God should have more sense. Wasting my time. I hate the dust. I hate Port Silo. I hate the dust. I hate Port Silo. I hate Port Silo.
