Papas 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 the one thing money cant buy
Yeah were all Dust Bowl Children
Singin the dust bowl song
Well, the crops wont grow,
And the dust just blows
And the green fields are gone
And 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, theres 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
Yeah were all Dust Bowl Children
Singin the dust bowl song
Well, the crops wont grow,
And the dust just blows
And the green fields are gone
And the green grass growing fields are gone
Let the green fields grow strong
Theres a bluegrass revival going on
Let the green fields grow strong,
Theres a grassroots revolution going on

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