Dust Bowl Children - Druha Trava, Peter Rowan

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