[Part 1] Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen There he got his parole After four long years on a man killing charge Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road, poor boy Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man There he caught him a ride He said, "I just got loose from McAlester Pen On a charge called homicide A...Learn More

I'm blowin' down this old dusty road I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this...Learn More

[Verse 1] Have you seen that vigilante man? Have you seen that vigilante man? Have you seen that vigilante man? I been hearin' his name all over the land [Verse 2] Well, what is a vigilante man? Tell me, what is a vigilante man? Has he got a gun and a club in his hand? Is that is a vigilante man? [Verse 3] Rainy night down in the engine...Learn More

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...Learn More

I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains In the month called April, county called Gray And here's what all of the people there say CHORUS: So long, it's been good to know yuh So long, it's been good to know yuh So long, it's been good to know yuh This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home And I...Learn More

I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town And the police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod Rich man took my home and drove me from my door And I ain't...Learn More

If you'll gather 'round me, children A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee A Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Vulgar words of anger And his wife she overheard Pretty Boy...Learn More

On the 14th day of April of 1935 There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande It fell across our city like a curtain of...Learn More

That old dust storm killed my baby But it can't kill me, Lord And it can't kill me That old dust storm killed my family But it can't kill me, Lord And it can't kill me That old landlord got my homestead But he can't get me, Lord And he can't get me That old dry spell killed my crop, boys But it can't kill me, Lord And it can't kill me That old...Learn More

Ramblin' around your city Ramblin' around your town I never see a friend I know As I go ramblin' around, boys As I go ramblin' around My sweetheart and my parents I left in my old home town I'm out to do the best I can As I go ramblin' around, boys As I go ramblin' around The peach trees they are loaded The limbs are bending down I pick 'em all...Learn More

I got that dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung I got the dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung An' I'm a-gonna sing this dust pneumony song I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son" I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son You got that dust pneumony an' you ain't got long, not long" Now there ought to be some yodelin' in this...Learn More

[Verse 1] Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find Now, the police at the port of entry say "You're number fourteen thousand for...Learn More