Grand Coulee Dam Woody Guthrie
Well, the world has seven won[G]ders that the travelers always[C] tell,
Some [G]gardens and some towers, I[D] guess you know them well,
But now t[G]he greatest wonder is in U[C]ncle Sam's fair land
It's the big [D]Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam[G].
She he[G]ads up the Canadian Rockies w[C]here the rippling waters glide,
Comes a[G]-roaring down the canyon to [D]meet the salty tide,
Of the w[G]ide Pacific Ocean where the [C]sun sets in the West
And the big[D] Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best[G].
In the [G]misty crystal glitter of that[C] wild and wind ward spray,
Men have [G]fought the pounding waters and [D]met a watery grave,
Well, she [G]tore their boats to splinters but [C]she gave men dreams to dream
Of the d[D]ay the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream[G].
Uncle Sam[G] took up the challenge [C]in the year of 'thirty-three,
For the [G]farmer and the factory and [D]all of you and me,
He said, "R[G]oll along, Columbia, [C]you can ramble to the sea,
But r[D]iver, while you're rambling, you can do some work for me.[G]"
Now in W[G]ashington and Oregon you can [C]hear the factories hum,
Making c[G]hrome and making manganese and l[D]ight aluminum,
And t[G]here roars the flying fortress now to [C]fight for Uncle Sam,
Spawned u[D]pon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam[G].