Talking Dust Bowl Lyrics

Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven, I had a little farm and I called it heaven. prices 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, Took it easy. Rain did quit and the wind got high, And the black ol' dust storm filled the sky. And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, And I filled it full of this gas-i-line -- And started, rollin' an' a-driftin'..to California Way up yonder on a mountain road, I had a hot motor and a heavy load, I was a-goin' pretty fast, I wasn't even stoppin', I was a-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn a-poppin' -- Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of the a-mechanism there, Some kind of en-gine trouble... It's a Way up yonder on a mountain road, I wasn't feelin' so very good And I gave this rollin' Ford a shove An' I was a-gonna coast as far as I could -- Commenced rollin', pickin' up speed, And there was a hairpin turn,and I couldn't make it. Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you, The fiddles and the guitars really flew. That Ford took off like a flying squirrel An' it flew halfway around the world -- Scattered wives and childrens All over the side of that mountain. We got to old Los Angeles broke, So dad-gum hungry we thought we'd choke, An' I bummed up a spud or two, An' my wife fixed up a 'tater stew -- Fed the kids a big batch of it, But that was mighty thin stew So dad-gum thin you could pretty nearly read a magazine through it. If it'd been just a little bit thinner, I've always believed If that stew had been just a little bit thinner Some of our senators Could have seen through it.