Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dust Bowl Bues, artist - Woody Guthrie. Date of issue: 09.02.2014
Song language: English
Dust Bowl Bues |
| 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. |
| 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 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, |
| 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. |