TALKING DUST BOWL BLUES (Testo e musica di Woody Guthrie) Back in nineteen twentyseven I had a little farm and I called that heaven. Well, the price was 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 wind got high, And a black old dust storm filled the sky, And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, And I poured it full of his gasoline. And I started, rocking and a-rolling Over the mountains and out toward the old peach bowl. Way up yonder on a mountain road, I had a hot motor and a heavy load. I was going pretty fast, I wasn't even stopping, A-bouncing up and down like a pop corn popping. Had a breakdown, a sort of nervous bust-down of some kind. There was a fellow there, a mechanic fellow, S Said it was engine trouble. Way up yonder on a mountain curve, It was way up yonder in the piney woods, And I give that rolling Ford a shove, And I was going to coast as far as I could. Commenced coasting; picking up speed; Was a hairpin turn; I . . . didn't make it. Man alive, I'm a-telling you The fiddles and the guitars really flew. That Ford took off like a flying squirrel And it flew halfway around the world. Scattered wives and childrens all over the side of that mountain. We got out to the West Coast broke, So dad gum hungry I thought I'd croak, 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 had been just a little bit thinner some of these here politicians could have seen through it. Da: "Woody Guthrie Songbook" Woody Guthrie > canzoni > Dust Bowl Ballads