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    Talking Dust Bowl Blues
    Lyrics and Music by Woody Guthrie
    Verse 1
    AD
    Back in nineteen twenty-seven, 
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    I had a little farm and I called that heaven. 
    AD
    Well, the prices up and the rain come down, 
    E
    and I hauled my crops all into town. 
    AD
    I got the money, bought clothes and groceries, 
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    fed the kids, and raised a family. 
    Verse 2
    AD
    Rain quit and the wind got high, 
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    and the black old dust storm filled the sky. 
    AD
    And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, 
    E
    and I poured it full of this gas-o-line. 
    AD
    And I started, rockin' an' a-rolling', 
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    over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl. 
    Verse 3
    AD
    Way up yonder on a mountain road, 
    E
    I had a hot motor and a heavy load, 
    AD
    Got- a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stopping', 
    E
    a-bouncing up and down, like popcorn popping'. 
    AD
    Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous breakdown of some kind, 
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    there was a feller there, a mechanic feller, said it was engine trouble. 
    Verse 4
    AD
    Way up yonder on a mountain curve, 
    E
    a way up yonder in the piney wood, 
    AD
    I gave that rolling Ford a shove, 
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    was a-gonna coast as far as I could. 
    DA
    Commence coasting, pickin' up speed, 
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    was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it. 
    Verse 5
    AD
    Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you, 
    E
    the fiddles and the guitars really flew. 
    AD
    That Ford took off like a flying squirrel 
    E
    and it flew halfway around the world, 
    A
    scattered wives and children 
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    all over the side of that mountain. 
    Verse 6
    AD
    We got out to the West Coast broke, 
    E
    so dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak, 
    D
    so I bummed up a spud or two, 
    EA
    and my wife fixed up a tater stew. 
    DA
    We poured the kids full of it, mighty thin stew, though, 
    EA
    you could read a magazine right through it. 
    DEA
    Always have figured that if it'd been just a little bit thinner, 
    EA
    some of these here politicians could of seen through it.