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letra de talking dust bowl blues - waxahatchee

back in nineteen twenty-seven
i had a little farm that 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

well the 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
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
got it goin’ pretty fast, it wasn’t even stoppin’
and bouncin’ up and down, like popcorn poppin’
i had a breakdown, sort of a nervous breakdown of some kind
there was a feller there, a mechanic feller
said it was en-gine trouble

way up yonder on a mountain curve
way up yonder in the piney wood
i give that rollin’ ford a shove
and 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
and the fiddles and the guitars really flew
and that ford took off like a flying squirrel
and it flew halfway around the world
scattered wives and children
all over the side of that mountain

we got out to the west coast broke
so dad-gum hungry i thought i’d croak
so 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
well i always figured
if it’d been just a little bit thinner
some of these here politicians
coulda seen through it

- waxahatchee

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