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Album: Miscellaneous (1991) Artists: Guthrie Woody Belle Starr Billy The Kid Deportees Do Re Mi I Aint Got No Home In This World Anymore I Ride An Old Paint Jesus Christ Just The Facts Maam Little Boxes Beatnik Version Ludlow Massacre Nine Hundred Miles Pastures Of Plenty Poor Lazarus Pretty Boy Floyd Rangers Command Roll On Columbia So Long Its Been Good To Know Yuh Talking Blues Talking Dust Bowl Blues The 1913 Massacre The Gambler This Land Is Your Land Tom Joad Union Maid

Song: Talking Dust Bowl Blues Artists: Guthrie Woody Favorite: Add Remove Guthrie Woody Miscellaneous Talking Dust Bowl Blues Talking Dust Bowl Blues (Woody Guthrie) 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 @hardtimes filename[ DUSTBOWL SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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