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Talking Dust Bowl Blues
Cisco Houston
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Back in 1927
I had a little farm that I called Heaven
Well, the price was up and the rain come down
And I hauled my crops all into town
I got the money, I bought clothes and groceries
Fed the kids, raised a family
Then the rains quit and the winds got high
And a black old dust storm filled the sky
So I swapped my farm for a Ford machine
And poured it full of this gas-ioline
And I started, I was rockin' and rollin'
Right on out to the California line
I was way up yonder on a mountain road
I was way up there in the piney wood
And I give my rollin' Ford a shove
And figured I'd coast as far as I could
Commenced coastin', taking up speed
Hairpin turn, I didn't make it
Well, man alive, I'm telling you
That the fiddles and the guitars really flew
That Ford took off like a flyin' squirrel
And flew halfway around this world
Scattered wives and childrens
All over the side of that mountain
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I was way out yonder on a desert road
I had a hot motor, had a heavy load
And I was going pretty fast, wasn't even stoppin'
Bouncin' up and down like popcorn poppin'
Had a bust down, had kind of a nervous breakdown
Mechanic feller there called it engine trouble
Well, I got to California so doggone broke
So doggone hungry, I thought I'd choke
But I bummed up a spud or two
And my wife cooked up a tater stew
It was mighty thin stew
You could read a magazine right through it
Well, I always did guess and I always did figure
That if that there stew'd have been a little bit thinner
Some of these politicians could have seen through it
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