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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 ol' 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-i-line.
                 A                             D
     And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin',
      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
    I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin',
          E
    a-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin'.
                   A               D
    Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
                         E                                                               A
    there was a feller there, a mechanic feller, said it was en-gine trouble.

       A                                D
    Way up yonder on a mountain curve,
            E
    it's way up yonder in the piney wood,
              A                     D
    an' I give that rollin' Ford a shove,
           E                                            A
    an' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could.
                         D                              A
    Commence coastin', 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
    an' it flew halfway around the world,
A
    scattered wives and childrens
                        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,
         A                           D
    an' I bummed up a spud or two,
                  E                                      A
    an' 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.
      A                  D                          E                            A
    Always have figured that if it'd been just a little bit thinner,
                              E                                             A
    some of these here politicians coulda seen through it.  
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