From the recording Woody Fest on the Mount

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Talkin' Dust Bowl Blues

Back in 1927, I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
Well, the prices up and the rain come down, I hauled my crops all into town --I got the money, bought clothes and groceries,
Fed the kids, and raised a family.

Rain quit & wind got high, & black ol' dust storm filled the sky.
And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine, 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 mt. road, had a hot motor & 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, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
There’s a feller there, 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,
I's a-gonna coast as far as I could --
Commence coastin', pickin' up speed 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 W. 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 of these here politicians Coulda seen through it.