Drowning On Dry Land

I'm going down. My nose is in the sand
 I'm going down, down, baby. My nose is in the sand
 A cloud of dust just came over me
 And I think I'm drowning on dry land.
 You know, my father told me, son don't rush to be a man
 You know, my father told me, son don't you rush to be a man
 But I went ahead on, and now I think I'm drowning on dry land.
 You know my mother told me the story
 About that li'l dog that couldn't see too well
 He was crossing a railroad track one day
 When the train cut off a part of his tail
 He turned around but never looked up
 Just to peep over the rail
 And she said 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.