Talkin' Dust Bowl Blues

Back in 1927
 I had a little farm and I called that Heaven
 When the prize's 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, cold 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 then started rockin' and rollin'
 Over the mountains, out towards the old peach bowl
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 Way up yonder, on a mountain road
 I had a hot motor and a heavy load
 I was goin' purty fast, I wasn't even stoppin'
 A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin'
 Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bust down of some kind
 There was a feller there, mechanic feller, said it was engine trouble
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 Way up yonder, on a mountain curve
 I was way up yonder, in a piney wood
 And I gave that rollin' Ford a shove
 And I was gonna coast as far as I could
 Commence coastin', pickin' up speed
 It 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
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 We got out to the West Coast broke
 So dad-gum hungry, I thought I'd croke
 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 little bit thinner
 Some of these here politicians could have seen through it