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 lil' 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