Capo 5th fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Load up the old Dodge truck
Well leave what we cant sell
Nobody needs a sharecroppers tools
or a dust filled well
Take you one last look around
shed you one last tear
For the broken plow, the broken dreams
And the life were leaving here
Pull the lines down tight
The kids can ride on top of the load
In the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
To stay out of the cold
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand
Well cross em tired and torn
If this beat up truck can carry us
Far enough away from the storm
Chorus
Were going to California
Theres work there for a man
Too proud to beg for charity
Too poor to make a stand
Pray its just the land were losing
Not my lifes blood that I leave
On the handles of that broken plow
That haunts me in my dreams
A man at a roadside station
Dont like dealing with my kind
Hed beat me out of my last dollar
And never look me in the eye
I heard em call us Okies
Hell I dont know what that means
But something tells me the promised land
Aint as promising as it seems
Chorus
Bridge
This restless road is full of strangers
They aint no stranger than I am
Hardened faces damn the dust and curse the wind
That drove us from this life and home
Well never know again
Chorus
On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams