There's an old Woody Guthrie song "Dust Bowl Refugees":
Yes, we ramble and we roamOnce drought made Americans refugees. Now it's water.
And the highway that's our home,
It's a never-ending highway
For a dust bowl refugee.
Yes, we ramble and we roamOnce drought made Americans refugees. Now it's water.
And the highway that's our home,
It's a never-ending highway
For a dust bowl refugee.
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