Andy and I collaborated on a MuseSongwriters challenge to write a song inspired by a well known photo taken during the great depression.
acoustic
country
harmonies
dustbowl
Lyrics
Huddled halfway between
Kansas and Nevada
Our lips were dry and getting by
Was only getting harder
My mother sang at night
Part folk song, part prayer
Buttermilk and sugar cane
Sometimes I'm still there
When rain washes out
Your dusty tears of sorrow
The last day of yesterday
Is the first day of tomorrow
The future is yours
Not to steal, or beg and borrow
The last day of yesterday
Is the first day of tomorrow
Like statues carved in rock
By drought and deprivation
Tooth and nail we did prevail
The dustbowl generation
We're gone but our songs
Still speak to today
America may stumble
But we will find a way
When rain washes out
Your dusty tears of sorrow
The last day of yesterday
Is the first day of tomorrow
The future is yours
Not to steal, or beg and borrow
The last day of yesterday
Is the first day of tomorrow