Talking Dust Bowl Blues - Woody Guthrie/The Almanac Singers

I just blowed in

And I got them dust bowl blues

I just blowed in

And I got them dust bowl blues

I just blowed in

And I'll blow back out again

I guess you've heard

About ev'ry kind of blues

I guess you've heard

About ev'ry kind of blues

But when the dust gets high

You can't even see the sky

I've seen the dust so black

That I couldn't see a thing

I've seen the dust so black

That I couldn't see a thing

And the wind so cold boy

It nearly cut your water off

I seen the wind so high that

It blowed my fences down

I've seen the wind so high that

It blowed my fences down

Buried my tractor six feet underground

Well it turned my farm into a pile of sand

Yes it turned my farm into a pile of sand

I had to hit that road with a bottle in my hand

I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl

I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl

When you get that dust pneumony boy

It's time to go

I had a gal and she was young and sweet

I had a gal and she was young and sweet

But a dust storm buried

Her sixteen hundred feet

She was a good gal long tall and stout

Yes she was a good gal long tall and stout

I had to get a steam shovel just

To dig my darlin' out

These dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know

These dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know

Buried head over heels in the black old dust

I had to pack up and go

An' I just blowed in an' I'll soon blow out again