| Leroy was a farmer and an honest man
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| Would have lived in oklahoma all his days
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| He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land
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| But a hard wind come and blew his dreams away
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| So he headed for the west coast thought he could not lose
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| Rollin' down the highway with the dustbowl blues
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| It’s a thousand miles from broken bow to bakersfield
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| And the highway’s paved with heartaches all the way
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| Leroy drove on lookin' for a better deal
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| A place a man could settle down and stay
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| But the police at the state line beat him black and blue
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| Left him lyin' by the roadside with the dustbowl blues
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| They say california is a paradise
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| Hollywood turns night time into day
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| But up along the san joaquin those city lights
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| Might as well be a million miles away
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| When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes
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| Standin' in the garden with the dustbowl blues |