Dust Bowl Refugee
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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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.
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?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Woody Guthrie's song "Dust Bowl Refugee" are a reflection of the struggles of people who were affected by the Dust Bowl, which was a severe environmental disaster that occurred in the Great Plains region of the United States during the 1930s. The song speaks to the experience of those who were forced to leave their homes and venture out into the world in search of a better life. It highlights the difficulties of the journey, the harsh conditions faced by the refugees, and the sense of displacement that they felt as they moved from place to place.


The first two stanzas of the song mention the journey of the refugees, starting from the Dust Bowl region to the peach bowl. The peach fuzz, which is now 'killing' the refugees, refers to the fuzz on the peaches they are picking, which irritates their skin. The third and fourth stanzas talk about the hardships of the journey, with references to the hot and dusty highway, the mountains, and the desert. The singer mentions that they are always on the move, traveling with the seasons.


The fifth and sixth stanzas describe the refugees themselves, with the singer declaring that they are "ramblers" and "only here today." They are a community of people who have been forced to wander and work in different places as they try to survive. The final stanza expresses the singer's uncertainty about the future, asking whether they will always be "dust bowl refugees," a reminder of the impact that the disaster had on the lives of many Americans.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a dust bowl refugee,
I am a person who has been forced to leave my home due to the devastation caused by the dust storms in the United States during the 1930s.


Just a dust bowl refugee,
I am not alone in experiencing the hardship of being a migrant forced to leave their original home behind due to the disastrous conditions of the dust bowl.


From that dust bowl to the peach bowl,
Originally from areas affected by the severe drought and dust storms, I traveled from the Dust Bowl to California's San Joaquin Valley- also known as the "peach bowl."


Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me.
My new home in the peach bowl is not providing me any relief, as I am still facing difficulties that are taking a toll on my wellbeing.


'Cross the mountains to the sea,
My family, including my wife and children, and I have traveled a long path to find work and respite, moving from mountainous regions to ultimately lead us to the coastal areas.


Come the wife and kids and me.
I am not the only one who has migrated in search of survival as my spouse and children also now live the migrant lifestyle.


It's a hot old dusty highway
The dusty roads that we have to travel every day are incredibly challenging and, without many rest stops, pose health risks for those who traverse them daily.


For a dust bowl refugee.
As a Dust Bowl migrant, life is extremely difficult, and basic necessities such as food, water, and work are constantly at risk.


Hard, it's always been that way,
My life, as well as others who are also migrants, has always been challenging and full of adversity.


Here today and on our way
The migrant life is never certain as it changes from day-to-day and ushers in different challenges, both good and bad.


Down that mountain, 'cross the desert,
The path we took to migrate from our original home includes navigating through mountains and across the desert, which was by no means an easy feat.


Just a dust bowl refugee.
I may not be unique, but my plight is incredibly tough and trying, every day.


We are ramblers, so they say,
As migrants, people say we do not have a fixed place of living and roam around through different locations for work and livelihood.


We are only here today,
Our lives are erratic and unpredictable, always remaining in motion.


Then we travel with the seasons,
As the seasons change, we must often shift where we live and work in order to survive and sustain ourselves.


We're the dust bowl refugees.
We are people who have migrated from regions devastated by the drought and dust storms of the dust bowl, hoping for a better livelihood and life in general.


From the south land and the drought land,
The area we have traveled from is known as the drought/south land due to the environmental disasters forcing us to migrate.


Come the wife and kids and me,
I am not alone as my family members continued the migrant journey with me to find a better place of living.


And this old world is a hard world
The journey and migration process can be perilous, and life for migrants remains incredibly difficult, even after reaching the United States.


For a dust bowl refugee.
My life and that of others who are refugees of the Dust Bowl do not get easier even after migration as we continue to face new challenges every day.


Yes, we ramble and we roam
As migrants, we continue to economically move around the country and make ends meet wherever we can.


And the highway that's our home,
Migrants constantly have to travel on highways as they move from place to place, and it is a big part of their everyday reality.


It's a never-ending highway
For migrants, the journey is continuous, as they never get a sense of permanency in their lives and must remain in motion to make ends meet.


For a dust bowl refugee.
Their plight is especially tough because, as migrants, they continue to face significant challenges, even after traveling far from their original home.


Yes, we wander and we work
As migrants, we are always on the move in search of a better life and work that can sustain us.


In your crops and in your fruit,
We work hard and contribute significantly to the United States' agriculture industry by laboring on crops and fruit farms.


Like the whirlwinds on the desert
Migration, like the whirlwinds that ravage the desert, is uncontrollable and unpredictable in nature.


That's the dust bowl refugees.
Dust bowl refugees have traveled great distances to try to find a better life for themselves and their families, which is full of hardship at every turn.


And I wonder will I always
As a migrant, I always wonder whether I will achieve stability and progress or will remain in the dire circumstance that I am in currently.


Be a dust bowl refugee?
I question whether my status as a migrant and my life as a migrant will ever change for the better.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: WOODY GUTHRIE

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@BrandonRossi96

my history teacher made me listen to this. and now i cant get it out of my head.

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Brandon Rossi still true to this day

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Brandon Rossi , same

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@armchairrocketscientist4934

Listening to this for history - it really changes things when you see and hear history. It's not just words on a page.

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