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Talking Dust Bowl Blues Lyrics - Dust Bowl Ballads - Woody Guthrie

Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven, 

I had a little farm and I called that heaven. 

Well, the prices 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 the black ol' dust storm filled the sky. 

And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, 

And I poured it full of this gas-I-line -- 

And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin', 

Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl. 

 

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Way up yonder on a mountain road, 

I had a hot motor and a heavy load, 

I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin', 

A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' -- 

Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind, 

There was a feller there, a mechanic feller, 

Said it was en-gine trouble. 

 

Way up yonder on a mountain curve, 

It's way up yonder in the piney wood, 

An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove, 

An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could -- 

Commence coastin', pickin' up speed, 

Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it. 

 

Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you, 

The fiddles and the guitars really flew. 

That Ford took off like a flying squirrel 

An' it flew halfway around the world -- 

Scattered wives and children's 

All over the side of that mountain. 

 

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We got out to the West Coast broke, 

So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak, 

An' I bummed up a spud or two, 

An' my wife fixed up a tater stew -- 

We poured the kids full of it, 

Mighty thin stew, though, 

You could read a magazine right through it. 

Always have figured 

That if it'd been just a little bit thinner, 

Some of these here politicians 

Coulda seen through it. 

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