Текст песни: Hello Florence Thompson + перевод

Hello Florence Thompson

Looking at me through the years

With your tired eyes and dustbowl girls

How many shared your fears?

You came from Oklahoma

And crossed the San Joaquin

Till you landed on the Central Coast

Another migrant on your knees

Rain don’t cut the red dirt ground

Dust so thick can’t hear a sound

Another family West Coast bound

Seven hungry children

Just 32 years old

The kids they hide their faces

Reaching out for you to hold

Pictured in your poverty

I heard you were ashamed

That a photograph had stole your soul

And left you with your pain

Dorothea Lange and the S.F. News

Ran the photo just in time

To feed the labor camp down in Nipomo

But you’d walked on down the line

So hello Florence Thompson

Who never wanted fame

Just a stand-in for those Dust Bowl ghosts

Forgotten in their names

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