Woody Guthrie - DUST BOWL REFUGEE lyrics

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?