Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' Dust Bowl Blues, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Dust Bowl Ballads Sung By Woody Guthrie, in the genre
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Talkin' Dust Bowl Blues |
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. |