Back in 1927,
I had a little farm
and I called that heaven,
the prices up
and the rain come down,
and I hauled my crops all into town,
I got the money.
Bought clothes and groceries
and a rare pack
Fed the kids and raised
me a family
The rain quit, the wind got high
And a black hole dust storm filled the sky
And I swapped my farm for a ford machine
And I forded full of this gas
I leeked and started
Rockin' and rollin' out
of the dust bowl
Travelin' across the mountains,
way over towards that old pizza place,
the Isle of Oranges.
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 kind was a feller there,
a mechanic feller
Charged me thirteen dollars,
said it was N -Giant Puppets
Yeah, way up yonder in a
mountain road
Way high up in a piney wood
And I gave that Ford a rollin' shove
And I was gonna coast as fur as I could
Commence to roast
Pickin' up speed was a hairpin turn,
I did make it!
Man alive, I'm a -tellin' you,
the fiddles me guitars really flew,
that Ford 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 bummed up a spud or two,
and my wife fixed up a tater stew.
We poured the kid full of it.
It a mighty thin stew, though,
you could read the magazine
right through it.
I always have figured
that if that student had been
just a little bit thinner,
some of them there politicians
could have seen through it.