Leroy was a farmer and an honest man
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Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days
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He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land
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But a hard wind come and blew his dreams away
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So he headed for the West Coast thought he could not lose
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Rollin' down the highway with the dustbowl blues
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It's a thousand miles from Broken Bow to Bakersfield
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And the highway's paved with heartaches all the way
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Leroy drove on lookin' for a better deal
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A place a man could settle down and stay
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But the police at the state line beat him black and blue
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Left him lyin' by the roadside with the dustbowl blues
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They say California is a paradise
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Hollywood turns night time into day
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But up along the San Joaquin those city lights
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Might as well be a million miles away
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When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes
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Standin' in the garden with the dustbowl blues
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Leroy's Dustbowl Blues
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| Steve Earle |
