Step into the raw, aching heart of Dust Bowl, a gripping track from Ethel Cain’s sophomore album Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You, released August 8, 2025. This slowcore Southern Gothic gem, laced with sludgy guitars and vivid storytelling, paints a tragic portrait of young love through lyrics like “Pretty boy / Natural blood-stained blonde / With the holes in his sneakers / And his eyes all over me.” Unlike the ethereal grief of Strangers or the spiritual longing of Sun Bleached Flies from Preacher’s Daughter, or the sprawling odyssey of Thoroughfare, Dust Bowl captures the fleeting intensity of Ethel’s romance with Willoughby Tucker, tainted by trauma and doomed by fate.
As a prequel to Preacher’s Daughter, Willoughby Tucker’s narrative dives into 1986 Shady Grove, Alabama, and Dust Bowl is its visceral centerpiece, blending nostalgia and dread. The title Dust Bowl evokes barrenness and hardship, like a love that’s beautiful but doomed to wither under life’s harsh realities. It’s a track that breaks your heart while pulling you into its cinematic, dusty world. Dive into Dust Bowl lyrics by Ethel Cain and experience the magic of emotion.
| Song Name | Dust Bowl |
| Album | Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You |
| Lead Vocals | Ethel Cain |
| Composer | Ethel Cain, Clay Parton & Canaan Dove Amber |
| Songwriter | Ethel Cain, Clay Parton & Canaan Dove Amber |
| Music Producer | Ethel Cain |
| Label | Daughters of Cain Records |
| Release Date | August 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Daughters of Cain Records |
Lyrics of Dust Bowl by Ethel Cain
[Pre-Chorus]
All Of Alabama Laid Out In Front Of Your Eyes
But All You Could See Was Me
[Chorus]
You Walked In
You Were Singing
You Tried To Wade In ’cause
You Wanted Just To Tell Me Who You Were
You Were Kind
Dying To Tell Me
You’ll Wait If I Have To Make Sure
[Verse 2]
Pretty Boy
Scared Of The Rain, By God
Tend To The Row Of Your Violets
With Your Eyes All Over Me
Watching, Hoping The Wind Blows Slowly
So I Can Keep You
A Moment
[Chorus]
Grew Up Hard, Fell Off Harder
Cooking Our Brains Smoking That Shit
Your Daddy Smoked In Vietnam
You’d Be A Writer
If He Didn’t Leave All His Hell For You
Saying If You Could, You’d Leave It All
I Knew It Was Love
When I Rode Home Crying
Thinking Of You Fucking Other Girls
But When You
Said That You’re In Love
I Never Wondered If You’re Sure
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