DUST BOWL REFUGEE (Testo e musica di Woody Guthrie) I'm a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee. From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now the peach fuzz is a-killin' me. 'Cross the mountain 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 the 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 southland and the droughtland 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? Da: "Woody Guthrie Songbook" Woody Guthrie > canzoni > Dust Bowl Ballads