My father's 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 'til only love was left, and that was the one thing money can't buy
We're all dust-bowl children
Singing the dust-bowl song
Well, 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 said in California, there's 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
We're all dust-bowl children
Singing the dust-bowl song
And 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
Alison Krauss And Union Station - Dust Bowl Children Lyrics
Alison Krauss And Union Station - Dust Bowl Children Lyrics
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My father's 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 'til only love was left, and that was the one thing money can't buy
We're all dust-bowl children
Singing the dust-bowl song
Well, 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 said in California, there's 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
We're all dust-bowl children
Singing the dust-bowl song
And 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
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 'til only love was left, and that was the one thing money can't buy
We're all dust-bowl children
Singing the dust-bowl song
Well, 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 said in California, there's 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
We're all dust-bowl children
Singing the dust-bowl song
And 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