Leroy was a farmer and an honest man. Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days. He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land. But a hard wind come and blew his dreams away. So he headed for the West Coast thought he could not lose. Rollin' down the highway with the dustbowl blues. 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