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Talking Dust Bowl Blues - Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思里)
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 the black ol' 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' an' 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's a-goin' pretty fast
There wasn't even stoppin'
A-bouncin' up and down
Like popcorn poppin
Had a breakdown
I'm sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind
There was a feller there
A mechanic feller
Said it was en-gine trouble
Way up yonder on a mountain curve
It's way up yonder in the piney wood
An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove
An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could
Commence 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 flying squirrel
An' 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
An' I bummed up a spud or two
An' 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 these here politicians
Coulda seen through it
