Dusty and you are, dirty from chain
Lips of your kisses, are sticking like tape
Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave
I’ll cut you some flowers, now don’t be afraid

I’m looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying
But I can’t find no place or nothing, where thrills are cheap and love is divine

Home by the river, tall grass and fields, pond of willow oak, well for to kneel
Dusty O Dusty, decision night, don’t be so pretty, all laced up in white

Where thrills are cheap, and love is divine