Dust Bowl Blues - Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger

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