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Leroy's Dustbowl Blues - Steve Earle -intro GFGFGFGF
GLeroy was a farmer Fand an honest Cman G GWould have lived in OklahFoma all his days D GHe just wanted leftF alone to work a piCece of land G But a harGd wind come and blew hisF dreams away G So he headCed for the West Coast thought he could noDt lose GRollin' down the highFway with the Cdustbowl blues G
-repeat chrd sequence between verses- It's a thousand miles from Broken Bow to Bakersfield And the highway's paved with heartaches all the way Leroy drove on lookin' for a better deal A place a man could settle down and stay But the police at the state line beat him black and blue Left him lyin' by the roadside with the dustbowl blues They say California is a paradise Hollywood turns night time into day But up along the San Joaquin those city lights Might as well be a million miles away When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes Standin' in the garden with the dustbowl blues