She took my photograph
For New York City's streets
I didn't understand
When Dorothea took my hand
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
The children turn their heads
To shame a country's mind
They'll never understand
Our Mausoleum for this land
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Wildsmiths - Dust Bowl Lyrics
Wildsmiths - Dust Bowl Lyrics
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English
She took my photograph
For New York City's streets
I didn't understand
When Dorothea took my hand
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
The children turn their heads
To shame a country's mind
They'll never understand
Our Mausoleum for this land
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
For New York City's streets
I didn't understand
When Dorothea took my hand
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
The children turn their heads
To shame a country's mind
They'll never understand
Our Mausoleum for this land
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Dust bowl
You went and left us in the dust bowl
No one to save us from the coming storms
Migrant mother's in the dust bowl
Writer: Andrew Haylett, Robert Liddell, Chris Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Wildsmiths
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Andrew Haylett, Robert Liddell, Chris Taylor