Dust-Bowl vibe Americana
Inspired by this photo, called "Migrant Mother," taken in 1936 by photographer Dorothea Lange. Florence Thompson was a widowed migrant worker and mother of seven children when the photo was taken. The photograph of her lined and weary face, with two of her hungry children resting on her shoulders, is perhaps the most iconic image of the Great Depression era.
DUST
Words & Music by Joan Kennedy and Ron Tintner ©2019
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One in the oven, one on your lap
Crying like a fire alarm
Two in the field, two on the pallet
One hanging off of each arm
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Rain cloud blowing right on past
Wind blowing hot and dry
Your breath blowing tired and slow
Dust blowing into your eyes
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Dust in your eyes, dust in your mouth
Dust in the cracks of your skin
Dust in the water, dust in the food
Dust in the bottle of your old man’s gin
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And the baby wakes up choking
And he’s peed right through his clothes
Staring straight ahead you clear
The dust from his mouth and his nose
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BRIDGE:
Nothing but dust, nothing to see
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be
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Your man’s late getting back from town
And you wonder if he’s all right
‘Til you finally feel him stumble down
Beside you in the night
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