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   alles-uke.de