Talkin’ Dust Bowl Blues

Woody Guthrie - Country, Concept Album
Talkin’ Dust Bowl Blues
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Duration: 2:39
Lyrics
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 filled it full of this gas-i-line And then I started, rockin' an' a-rollin' Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl 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' I's a-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn a-poppin' Had a breakdown, um, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind There was a feller there, a mechanic feller Said it was eng-ine 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 flyin' squirrel And it flew halfway around the world Scattered wives and childrens All over the side of that mountain We got out to the West Coast broke So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak And I bummed up a spud or two And 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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Credits
- Writers
- Woody Guthrie