Talking Dust Bowl Blues

Back in 1927 I had a little farm and I called that Heaven When the prize's 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 the black, cold 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 then started rockin' and 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 goin' purty fast, I wasn't even stoppin' A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bust down of some kind There was a feller there, mechanic feller, said it was engine trouble Way up yonder, on a mountain curve I was way up yonder, in a piney wood And I gave that rollin' Ford a shove And I was gonna coast as far as I could Commence coastin', pickin' up speed It 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 croke 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 little bit thinner Some of these here politicians could have seen through it