Dust Bowl Refugee

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

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
Comes the wife and kids and me
And this old world is a hard world
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 rеfugee
And I wonder will I always
Be a dust bowl refugee?

Will I always bе a dust bowl refugee?