| Papas 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 the one thing money cant buy |
| Yeah were all Dust Bowl Children |
| Singin the dust bowl song |
| Well, the crops wont grow, |
| And the dust just blows |
| And the green fields are gone |
| And 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, theres 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 |
| Yeah were all Dust Bowl Children |
| Singin the dust bowl song |
| Well, the crops wont grow, |
| And the dust just blows |
| And the green fields are gone |
| And the green grass growing fields are gone |
| Let the green fields grow strong |
| Theres a bluegrass revival going on |
| Let the green fields grow strong, |
| Theres a grassroots revolution going on |