| I’m a dust bowl refugee
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| Just a dust bowl refugee
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| From that dust bowl to the peach bowl
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| Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me
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| 'Cross the mountains to the sea
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| Come the wife and kids and me
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| It’s a hot old dusty highway
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| For a dust bowl refugee
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| Hard, it’s always been that way
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| Here today and on our way
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| Down that mountain, 'cross the desert
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| Just a dust bowl refugee
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| We are ramblers, so they say
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| We are only here today
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| Then we travel with the seasons
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| We’re the dust bowl refugees
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| From the south land and the drought land
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| Come the wife and kids and me
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| And this old world is a hard world
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| For a dust bowl refugee
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| Yes, we ramble and we roam
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| And the highway that’s our home
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| It’s a never-ending highway
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| For a dust bowl refugee
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| Yes, we wander and we work
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| In your crops and in your fruit
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| Like the whirlwinds on the desert
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| That’s the dust bowl refugees
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| I’m a dust bowl refugee
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| I’m a dust bowl refugee
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| And I wonder will I always
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| Be a dust bowl refugee? |