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 till only love was left, and that was the one thing money can’t buy. 

We’re all Dust Bowl Children 
Singin’ 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 
Singin’ 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.