Woody Guthrie - Talkin' Dust Bowl Blues Lyrics
Talking Dust Bowl Blues(Woody Guthrie)Back in nineteen twenty sevenI had a little farm and I called it heavenPrices up and the rain come downI hauled my crops all into townGot the money...bought clothes and groceries...Fed the kids..and raised a big familyBut the rain quit and the wind got highBlack old dust storm filled the skyI traded my farm for a Ford machinePoured it full of this gas-i-lineAnd started...rocking and a-rollingDeserts and mountains...to CaliforniaWay up yonder on a mountain roadHot motor and a heavy loadGoing purty fast, wasn't even stoppingBouncing up and down like popcorn a-poppingHad a breakdown..kind of a nervous bustdownMechanic feller there charged me five bucksAnd said it was En-gine troubleWay up yonder on a mountain curveWay up yonder in a piney woodI gave that rolling Ford a shoveGonna coast just fars as I couldCommence a rolling..picking up speedCome a hairpin turn..and I didn't make itMan alive, I'm a telling youThe fiddles and guitars really flewThat Ford took off like a flying squirrelFlew halfway around the worldScattered wives and childrenAll over the side of that mountainGot to California so dad-gum brokeSo dad-gum hungry I thought I'd chokeI bummed up a spud or twoWife fixed up some tater stewWe poured the kids full of itLooked like a tribe of thy-mometers arunning aroundLord, man, I swear to youThat was surely mighty thin stewSo damn thin I really meanYou could read a magizineRight through it..look at the pictures tooPurty whiskey bottles..***** womenAlways have thought, always figuredIf that damn stew had been a little thinnerSome of these here politiciansCould of seen through it@hardtimesfilename[ DUSTBOWLSF===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
