dust bowl refugee

Im a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee, From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now that peach fuzz is a-killin me. Cross the mountains to the sea, Come the wife and kids and me. Its a hot old dusty highway For a dust bowl refugee. Hard, its always been that way, Here today and on our way Down that 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, Were the dust bowl refugees. From the south land and the drought land, 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 thats our home, Its 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 Thats the dust bowl refugees. Im a dust bowl refugee, Im a dust bowl refugee, And I wonder will I always Be a dust bowl refugee?