Talking Dust Bowl Blues

A D Back in nineteen twenty-seven, E I had a little farm and I called that heaven. A D Well, the prices up and the rain come down, E and I hauled my crops all into town. A D I got the money, bought clothes and groceries, E A fed the kids, and raised a family. A D Rain quit and the wind got high, E and the black old dust storm filled the sky. A D And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, E and I poured it full of this gas-o-line. A D And I started, rockin' an' a-rolling', E A over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl. A D Way up yonder on a mountain road, E I had a hot motor and a heavy load, A D Got- a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stopping', E a-bouncing up and down, like popcorn popping'. A D Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous breakdown of some kind, E A there was a feller there, a mechanic feller, said it was engine trouble. A D Way up yonder on a mountain curve, E a way up yonder in the piney wood, A D I gave that rolling Ford a shove, E A was a-gonna coast as far as I could. D A Commence coasting, pickin' up speed, E A was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it. A D Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you, E the fiddles and the guitars really flew. A D That Ford took off like a flying squirrel E and it flew halfway around the world, A scattered wives and children E A all over the side of that mountain. A D We got out to the West Coast broke, E so dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak, D so I bummed up a spud or two, E A and my wife fixed up a tater stew. D A We poured the kids full of it, mighty thin stew, though, E A you could read a magazine right through it. D E A Always have figured that if it'd been just a little bit thinner, E A some of these here politicians could of seen through it.