Gets in my blood and it gets in my bones
Gets in my hair until my hair is dead and gone
Makes a grown cowboy cry
Puts a red line in his eye
He'll be prayin' for the rain all summer long

And that Franklin Canyon dust
Is in my teeth when I cuss
I'll be all winter long comin' clean
And the only thing worse
Then the Franklin Canyon dirt
Is the Franklin Canyon mud in the spring

We will start our mornin' ride
Out on that long divide
By the light of a full harvest moon
Come the settin' of the sun
Another hard day's work is done
We'll be sittin' 'round the fire pickin' tunes

With that Franklin Canyon dust
In our teeth when we cuss
We'll be all winter long comin' clean
And the only thing worse
Than the Franklin Canyon dirt
Is the Franklin Canyon mud in the spring

When it comes my time to die
I pray they bury me
Somewhere inside

Of that Franklin Canyon dust
That's in your teeth when you cuss
You'll be all winter long comin' clean
And the only thing worse
Than the Franklin Canyon dirt
Is the Franklin Canyon mud in the spring