Curtis Eller's American Circus - Dry Lightning lyrics

It's the third week in August When they leave their skins behind This time of year all the rattlesnakes are strikin' blind But that horse reared back and got one good kick He's staggerin' against his own weight If you put up a fight all your blood start to circulate And it move throught those veins Like a gas through a hose Don't you know that just ain't the same horse that he knows With his eyes rolled back in his head And his leg swelled up like a root Get a bead on that old horse before you shoot Down by the Ocotillo...where the yuccas grow tall Deep in the shadows it's cool and it's dry That's where the poison always crawls YODEL They tie him up to the splitrail, and wait for the sun to go down There ain't no point in us gettin' up early This time tomorrow he'll be gone And there's a slow wind in the desert And these clouds always look the same It's only dry lighning... Don't you know there's never no rain Don't you know there's never no rain Don't you know there's never no rain