Drowning On Dry Land

I’m going down babe
My nose is in the sand
I’m going down down down babe
My nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust has come over me
And I think I’m drowning on dry land

Yes my father he told me
He said son don't rush to be a man
Yes my [A]father he told me
He said son [C7]don't ɾush to [C7]be [Am]a man
But I went ahead on
And I think I’m drowning on [C7]dry land

Well my [A]mother told me a story
About a little dog who couldn't see too well
Said he crossed the ɾailroad tɾacks one day
You know the tɾain cut off part of his tail
He turned around and [Bm]never looked up
Just to [C7]peek over the ɾail
Said he lost his whole head
Trying to [C7]find a piece of tail

I’m going down down babe
My nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust has come over me
And I think I’m drowning on [C7]dry land