Back in 1927 I
had a little farm and I call that heaven
And the price is up and the rain come
down and I hauled my crops all into town
I got the money
Bought clothes and groceries
and I rared back
Fed the kids and raised
me a family
The rain quit, the wind got high
And a black old dust storm filled the sky
And I swapped my farm for
a forward machine
And I poured it full of this gas
I laid and it started
Rockin' and rollin'
Out of the dust bowl
And across the mountains
Way over towards that old pizza place
In
California
It was way up yonder in a mountain road
that had a hot motor and a heavy load
And I was goin' pretty fast,
it wasn't even stoppin'
Just a -bouncin' up and down like popcorn,
poppin' had a breakdown
Kind of a sort of a nervous
bust down there
Some guy was a feller there,
a mechanic feller
They charged me 13,
said it was in giant bubbles.
Yeah, way up yonder in a
mountain road,
way high up in a piney wood,
and they gave that ford a rollin' shove,
and I was gonna coast
as fur as I could,
and commenced to coast.
Pickin' up speed was a hairpin turn.
I didn't make it.
Man alive, I'm a -tellin' you that
bittersweet guitars really flew
That fort took off like a blind squirrel and it
flew halfway around the world
Scattered wives and childrens all
over the side of that mountain
We got out to the west coast broke so
Dad got me hungry
I thought I'd croak and
I bombed up a spud or two
My wife fixed up a potato stew
They poured the can full of it.
On a mighty thin stew though,
you could read the magazine right through it.
I always have figured that if that stew'd
been just a little bit thinner,
some of them there politicians
could have seen through it.
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