Talking Dust Bowl Blues Songtext
von Woody Guthrie

Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven
I had a little farm and I called that heaven
Well, the 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 and raised a family

Rain quit and the 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 this gas-i-line
And I started, rockin′ and a-rollin'
Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl

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'
A-bouncin′ up and down like popcorn poppin′
Had a breakdown, um, sort of a nervous bust-down of some kind
There was a feller there, a mechanic feller
Said it was engine trouble


Way up yonder on a mountain curve
It was a-way up yonder in the piney wood
And I give that rollin' Ford a shove
And I′s a-gonna coast as fur as I could
Commenced coastin', pickin′ up speed
Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it
Man alive, I′m a-tellin' you

The fiddles and the guitars really flew
That Ford took off like a flyin' 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′d been just a little bit thinner
Some of these here politicians
Coulda seen through it