Talking Dust Bowl Blues

(Woody Guthrie)



Back in nineteen twenty seven

I had a little farm and I called it heaven

Prices up and the rain come down

I hauled my crops all into town

Got the money...bought clothes and groceries...

Fed the kids..and raised a big family



But the rain quit and the wind got high

Black old dust storm filled the sky

I traded my farm for a Ford machine

Poured it full of this gas-i-line

And started...rocking and a-rolling

Deserts and mountains...to California



Way up yonder on a mountain road

Hot motor and a heavy load

Going purty fast, wasn't even stopping

Bouncing up and down like popcorn a-popping

Had a breakdown..kind of a nervous bustdown

Mechanic feller there charged me five bucks

And said it was En-gine trouble



Way up yonder on a mountain curve

Way up yonder in a piney wood

I gave that rolling Ford a shove

Gonna coast just fars as I could

Commence a rolling..picking up speed

Come a hairpin turn..and I didn't make it



Man alive, I'm a telling you

The fiddles and guitars really flew

That Ford took off like a flying squirrel

Flew halfway around the world

Scattered wives and children

All over the side of that mountain



Got to California so dad-gum broke

So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd choke

I bummed up a spud or two

Wife fixed up some tater stew

We poured the kids full of it

Looked like a tribe of thy-mometers

arunning around



Lord, man, I swear to you

That was surely mighty thin stew

So damn thin I really mean

You could read a magizine

Right through it..look at the pictures too

Purty whiskey bottles..naked women



Always have thought, always figured

If that damn stew had been a little thinner

Some of these here politicians

Could of seen through it



@hardtimes

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