The Dust Bowl by Thomas Young

Duration

4:02

Genres

Country

Lyrics

They got to head,for higher ground, There is a bad dust storm,coming around, A worse disaster,can not be found, In the dirty thirties,it would pound, Three feet of sand,buried that small town, It didn't take long,for it to come down, The sand got in,everywhere,there weren't no escape, To find some of their things,they had to dig and scrape, Chorus When they finally,dug themselves out, They new enough,to be ready for another bout, It seemed to be,one storm after another, It was getting awful hard,for them to recover, Bridge Some of those Okies,headed out west, To California,they had heard that was best, Others would stay put,in their home nest, Some were getting to old,they needed a rest, Some would die,from that dust pneumonia, It seemed to them,the Lord, would dis home ya, But they dug in,and prayed, for the rain, It better come soon,and take away the pain, Chorus+Bridge Well after that,they changed their way of farming, To save the soil,from further harming, The dust kept a coming,but not quite as often, The circular plowing,kept the soil softened, The Govt., also stepped in to help them, Get back on their feet,and save that gem, The land came back,after all that carnage, And soon there wasn't,so much garbage, Chorus