Look at all the dust In the pasture Reminds me of my life Reminds me of a lover I had During my childhood, I was a child And the face of my lover was dirty And it was dry dust, not wet dirt Nothing would grow, everything was brown I was just a little girl with a dirty frown Dust lover, dust lover Dust in the wind, dust in the wind Dust lover, dust lover Dust in the wind, dust in the wind I met my lover in the school house I was wearing a white blouse I was clean like a teen should be Yearning for life and loveliness And he turned my blouse brown And we caressed to the touch of the moonlight rocker You wanted to touch me all night You dirty bravooo Dust lover, dust lover Dust in the wind, dust in the wind Dust lover, dust lover Dust in the wind, dust in the wind So when I drive by A dusty pasture It takes me back to my childhood It takes my back to my dirty lover