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Lyrics
It was 1937
And the dustbowl had been blowin
For six long back breaking year
Clarence Fine had been a farmers son
In Northern Oaklahoma
Now he was just another migrant on the road
Dustbowl Days
They said in California
A man could make his fortune
So he packed his only bag and headed out
He didn't have much money
He carried few possessions
But what he had was a will to beat his own
Dustbowl Days
The grapes or wrath were growing
And they wouldn't make it easy
But he wasn't going to let them get him down
He picked grapes in Alameda
And Citrus in Orange County
And he saved his money nearly every day
Dustbowl days
Some day you may end up lonely
and full of desperation
But you'll never win
unless you try
One man he feels cursed
Another he feels blessed
With the only difference being how they handled
Their dustbowl days