Talking Dust Bowl Blues

Back in Nineteen Twenty Seven

I Had a Little Farm and I Called It Heaven

Prices Up and the Rain Come Down

I Hauled My Crops All Into Town

Got the Money...bought Clothes and Groceries...

Fed the Kids..and Raised a Big Family

But the Rain Quit and the Wind Got High

Black Old Dust Storm Filled the Sky

I Traded My Farm For a Ford Machine

Poured It Full of This Gas-i-line

And Started...rocking and A-rolling

Deserts and Mountains...to California

Way Up Yonder On a Mountain Road

Hot Motor and a Heavy Load

Going Purty Fast, Wasn't Even Stopping

Bouncing Up and Down Like Popcorn A-popping

Had a Breakdown..kind of a Nervous Bustdown

Mechanic Feller There Charged Me Five Bucks

And Said It Was En-gine Trouble

Way Up Yonder On a Mountain Curve

Way Up Yonder in a Piney Wood

I Gave That Rolling Ford a Shove

Gonna Coast Just Fars As I Could

Commence a Rolling..picking Up Speed

Come a Hairpin Turn..and I Didn't Make It

Man Alive, I'm a Telling You

The Fiddles and Guitars Really Flew

That Ford Took Off Like a Flying Squirrel

Flew Halfway Around the World

Scattered Wives and Children

All Over the Side of That Mountain

Got to California So Dad-gum Broke

So Dad-gum Hungry I Thought I'd Choke

I Bummed Up a Spud Or Two

Wife Fixed Up Some Tater Stew

We Poured the Kids Full of It

Looked Like a Tribe of Thy-mometers

Arunning Around

Lord, Man, I Swear to You

That Was Surely Mighty Thin Stew

So Damn Thin I Really Mean

You Could Read a Magizine

Right Through It..look At the Pictures Too

Purty Whiskey Bottles..naked Women

Always Have Thought, Always Figured

If That Damn Stew Had Been a Little Thinner

Some of These Here Politicians

Could of Seen Through It