I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,. I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,. I just blowed in, and I'll blow back out again. I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
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-killin' me. 'Cross the mountains to the sea,. Come the wife and kids and me.