In a dust bowl town in Oklahoma around
The summer of '39
Sam Duncan got drunk and started talking
About a plague that was coming around
Well, the bartender cut him off
And sent him on his way
At the thought of drunken Duncan
And that juiced old bum's dismay
Two weeks later a virus hit
And everyone went to bed
The doctor was working overtime
On the living and the dead
Then the bartender remembered
Sam Duncan's drunken remarks
At exactly the day and the hour
That the rumors happened to start
The doctor called it a virus
The townsfolk called it a plague
And if Sam called it down upon us
We've got only one person to blame
Fear got the best of reason
Like dust gets the best of rain
Sam got the worst of all
He took a bullet in the brain
The sheriff came down with the fever
And no arrests were made
The virus took its course and left the dust
Dancing over Duncan's grave
The doctor called it a virus
The townsfolk called it a plague
And if Sam called it down upon us
We've got only one person to blame
