R. P. Weatherald - Dust Bowl Refugee lyrics

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