Talking Dust Bowl Blues Woody Guthrie
Bac[A]k in nineteen twent[D]y-seven,
I ha[E]d a little farm and I called that heaven.
Well, the pr[A]ices up and the r[D]ain come down,
and I ha[E]uled my crops all into town.
I got the m[A]oney, bought cl[D]othes and groceries,
f[E]ed the kids, and raised a fa[A]mily.
Ra[A]in quit and the wi[D]nd got high,
and the bl[E]ack old dust storm filled the sky.
And I sw[A]apped my farm for a [D]Ford machine,
and I p[E]oured it full of this gas-o-line.
And I st[A]arted, rockin' an' a[D]-rolling',
ov[E]er the mountains, out towards the o[A]ld Peach Bowl.
W[A]ay up yonder on a mo[D]untain road,
I had a h[E]ot motor and a heavy load,
Got- [A]a-goin' pretty fast, there [D]wasn't even stopping',
a-b[E]ouncing up and down, like popcorn popping'.
Had a br[A]eakdown, s[D]ort of a nervous breakdown of some kind,
there was a [E]feller there, a mechanic feller, said it was [A]engine trouble.
W[A]ay up yonder on a moun[D]tain curve,
a wa[E]y up yonder in the piney wood,
I ga[A]ve that rolling F[D]ord a shove,
was a[E]-gonna coast as far as I co[A]uld.
Commence coa[D]sting, pickin' up sp[A]eed,
was a ha[E]irpin turn, I didn't ma[A]ke it.
Man[A] alive, I'm a-tell[D]in' you,
the fi[E]ddles and the guitars really flew.
That F[A]ord took off like a flying s[D]quirrel
and it f[E]lew halfway around the world,
sc[A]attered wives and children
all over the s[E]ide of that mou[A]ntain.
We[A] got out to the W[D]est Coast broke,
so dad-[E]gum hungry I thought I'd croak,
so I bummed up a sp[D]ud or two,
and my w[E]ife fixed up a tater st[A]ew.
We poured the k[D]ids full of it, m[A]ighty thin stew, though,
you could read a [E]magazine right t[A]hrough it.
Always have[D] figured that if it'd[E] been just a little bit[A] thinner,
some of these [E]here politicians could of seen t[A]hrough it.