Dust Bowl Children

My father’s name was Hannibal, Mama was Hanna-Mariah 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 till only love was left, and that was the one thing money can’t buy We’re all Dust Bowl Children Singin’ the dust bowl song Well, 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 said in California, there’s work of every kind The only work that I got out there was waiting on a welfare line Once I had a dollar, once I had a dream Now all the work is being done by a big ole machine We’re all Dust Bowl Children Singin’ the dust bowl song And 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