Talkin' Dust Bowl
Woody Guthrie

Back in 1927
I had a little farm and I called that heaven
The price is up and the rain come down
And I hauled my crops all into town
I got the money, bought clothes and groceries
Fed the kids and raised a family

Rain quit and the wind got high
And a black old dust storm filled the sky
And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine
And I poured it full of gasoline
And I started, a-rockin’ and a-rollin’
Over the mountains out towards
The old Peach Bowl

Way up yonder on the mountain road
I had a hot motor and a heavy load
I was goin’ pretty fast, I wasn’t even stoppin’
A-bouncing up and down like a popcorn a-popping
I had a breakdown.
Sort of nervous bustdown of some kind
And was a fellow there, a mechanic fellow
Said it was engine trouble

Way up yonder on a mountain curve
It was way up yonder in the piney woods
I gave that rolling Ford a shove
And was goin’ to coast as far as I could
Commence coasting
Picked up speed with a half-in turn
I didn’t make it

Man alive I’m telling you
The fiddles and the guitars really flew
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
And it flew half way around the world
Scattered wife and children - all over the side
Of that mountain

We got out to the West coast broak
I was so hungry, thought I would croak
And I bummed up a spud or two
My wife fixed up a 'tato*stew
Filled four of the kids full of it
Mighty thin stew, though, you could read
A magazine right trough it
Or even see pictures with naked girls
And if it had been just a little bit thinner
Some of these politicians could have seen through it

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