By The Flatlanders
Butch Hancock, Joe Ely, Jimmie Dale Gilmore
7/18/2009
With a [C]backpack full of yesterdays
On a [Bb]freeway full of smoke and haze
Where the [C]power lines and fault lines double [Dm]cross
I [C]left our yellow porch light on
No [Bb]one will notice no ones home
And [C]no one else will notice what was [Dm]lost
I lost my home when the deal went bust
To the so-called security and trust
I planned my life the way they said I should
I sent my wife and kids ahead
Im right behind you, so I said
Ill be there when I get there if thats good
Chorus:
Now Im [F]leaving Cali[G]fornia for the [C]dust bowl
They [F]took it all, theres [G]nowhere else to [C]go
The [F]pastures of plenty are [C]burning [C/B]by the [Am]sea
[F]Im just a [Dm]homeland refu[G]gee
[3]Theres a plastic sack by a barbwire fence
A burned out beer truck full of dents
A dried up stock pond by an old canal
Between the towns the desert sands
Filling up with empty cans
Container trains, casinos and canals
Chorus
My Grandpa used to tell about
The way the bankers drove them out
In the wind and the dust in the crash of 29
They crossed the desert headed west
They swore that it was for the best
They reassured the ones they left behind
Theres some refugees from Mexico
Behind an abandoned Texaco
We nod and smile, its clear were all the same
For everything this world is worth
Were all just migrants on this earth
Returning to the dust from where we came
Chorus
Butch Hancock, Joe Ely, Jimmie Dale Gilmore
7/18/2009
With a [C]backpack full of yesterdays
On a [Bb]freeway full of smoke and haze
Where the [C]power lines and fault lines double [Dm]cross
I [C]left our yellow porch light on
No [Bb]one will notice no ones home
And [C]no one else will notice what was [Dm]lost
I lost my home when the deal went bust
To the so-called security and trust
I planned my life the way they said I should
I sent my wife and kids ahead
Im right behind you, so I said
Ill be there when I get there if thats good
Chorus:
Now Im [F]leaving Cali[G]fornia for the [C]dust bowl
They [F]took it all, theres [G]nowhere else to [C]go
The [F]pastures of plenty are [C]burning [C/B]by the [Am]sea
[F]Im just a [Dm]homeland refu[G]gee
[3]Theres a plastic sack by a barbwire fence
A burned out beer truck full of dents
A dried up stock pond by an old canal
Between the towns the desert sands
Filling up with empty cans
Container trains, casinos and canals
Chorus
My Grandpa used to tell about
The way the bankers drove them out
In the wind and the dust in the crash of 29
They crossed the desert headed west
They swore that it was for the best
They reassured the ones they left behind
Theres some refugees from Mexico
Behind an abandoned Texaco
We nod and smile, its clear were all the same
For everything this world is worth
Were all just migrants on this earth
Returning to the dust from where we came
Chorus
