Dust Bowl Children

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Papa’s name Hannibal Mama was a Hanamurai
Everything we owned got all burned up in the great depression fire
Strip mines and one crop farming drained the green earth dry
We lost it all but only love was left cause that’s the one thing money can’t buy

    Yeah we’re all dustbowl children
    Singing a dust bowl children
    When the crops won’t grow
    And the dust just blows
    When the green fields are gone
    When the green grass growing fields are gone
    When the green fields are gone
    When the green grass growing fields are gone

Well they say in California there’s work of every kind
Well the only job I got out there was waiting in a welfare line
Well once I had a dollar once I had a dream
Now every kind of work is done by great machines