Their land was dry land
Dirt in the sky land
Turned Oklahoma
To a dust bowl die land
Not a crop could grow there,
Water wouldn't flow there,
Their land became a tragedy

Thousands would wander - with no destination
Fam'lies in convoy - forced immigration
Gone was the homestead
The once green prairie,
Their land became a tragedy

Their land of dry land
A wonder why land
Described by Steinbeck
Of a time gone by land
It was once a grass land
Now a "Grapes of Wrath" land,
Their land became a tragedy

Farmers had gambled - on a livin' of cornstalk
Till the fertile top soil - Covered up with sand rock
Hot sun and no rain
Just grew them more pain
Their land became a tragedy

The great black blizzards
Killed birds and lizards
Could a' used black magic,
But there were no wizards
Moved the kids and spouses
From half-buried houses,
Their land became a tragedy

Rambled lost highways - tenting in places
The weary trav'lers - with their no hope faces
Nothing before them - nothing behind them
Their land became a tragedy

That land of dry land
Made strong men cry land
Steered their jalopies
Toward the western sky land
Settled California - workin' as fruit pickers
Their land became a tragedy

The dust bowl was such a tragedy