Dust Bowl Refugee - Woody Guthrie

I’m a dust bowl refugee

Just a dust bowl refugee

From that dust bowl to the peach bowl

Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me

'Cross the mountains to the sea

Come the wife and kids and me

It’s a hot old dusty highway

For a dust bowl refugee

Hard, it’s always been that way

Here today and on our way

Down that mountain, 'cross the desert

Just a dust bowl refugee

We are ramblers, so they say

We are only here today

Then we travel with the seasons

We’re the dust bowl refugees

From the south land and the drought land

Come the wife and kids and me

And this old world is a hard world

For a dust bowl refugee

Yes, we ramble and we roam

And the highway that’s our home

It’s a never-ending highway

For a dust bowl refugee

Yes, we wander and we work

In your crops and in your fruit

Like the whirlwinds on the desert

That’s the dust bowl refugees

I’m a dust bowl refugee

I’m a dust bowl refugee

And I wonder will I always

Be a dust bowl refugee?