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