Woody Guthrie - Talking Dust Bowl Blues Chords

    Verse 1
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    Back in nineteen twenty-seven,
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    I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
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    Well, the prices up and the rain come down,
            E
    and I hauled my crops all into town.
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    I got the money, bought clothes and groceries,
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    fed the kids, and raised a family.

    
    Verse 2
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    Rain quit and the wind got high,
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    and the black old dust storm filled the sky.
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    And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine,
           E
    and I poured it full of this gas-o-line.
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     And I started, rockin' an' a-rolling',
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    over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl.


    Verse 3
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    Way up yonder on a mountain road,
             E
    I had a hot motor and a heavy load,
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    Got- a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stopping',
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    a-bouncing up and down, like popcorn popping'.
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    Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous breakdown of some kind,
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    there was a feller there, a mechanic feller, said it was engine trouble.

   
    Verse 4
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    Way up yonder on a mountain curve,
        E
    a way up yonder in the piney wood,
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     I gave that rolling Ford a shove,
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    was a-gonna coast as far as I could.
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    Commence coasting, pickin' up speed,
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    was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it.


    Verse 5
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    Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you,
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    the fiddles and the guitars really flew.
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    That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
            E
    and it flew halfway around the world,
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    scattered wives and children
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    all over the side of that mountain.

    
    Verse 6
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    We got out to the West Coast broke,
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    so dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak,
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    so I bummed up a spud or two,
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    and my wife fixed up a tater stew.
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    We poured the kids full of it, mighty thin stew, though,
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   you could read a magazine right through it.


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     Always have figured that if it'd been just a little bit thinner,
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    some of these here politicians could of seen through it.