DUSTING OFF THE HISTORY BOOKS...
"Dust Bowl Blues"
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
Dust Bowl Refugee
I'm a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee, From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me.
'Cross the mountains to the sea, Come the wife and kids and me. It's a hot old dusty highway For a dust bowl refugee.
Hard, it's always been that way, Here today and on our way Down that mountain, 'cross the desert, Just a dust bowl refugee.
We are ramblers, so they say, We are only here today, Then we travel with the seasons, We're the dust bowl refugees.
From the south land and the drought land, Come the wife and kids and me, And this old world is a hard world For a dust bowl refugee.
Yes, we ramble and we roam And the highway that's our home, It's a never-ending highway For a dust bowl refugee.
Yes, we wander and we work In your crops and in your fruit, Like the whirlwinds on the desert That's the dust bowl refugees.
I'm a dust bowl refugee, I'm a dust bowl refugee, And I wonder will I always Be a dust bowl refugee?
Dust Pneumonia Blues
I got that dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, I got the dust pneumony, pneumony in my lung, An' I'm a-gonna sing this dust pneumony song.
I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son," I went to the doctor, and the doctor, said, "My son, You got that dust pneumony an' you ain't got long, not long."
Now there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; Yeah, there ought to be some yodelin' in this song; But I can't yodel for the rattlin' in my lung.
My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues, My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues, She loves me 'cause she's got the dust pneumony, too.
It it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust, If it wasn't for choppin' my hoe would turn to rust, I can't find a woman in this black ol' Texas dust.
Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong, Down in Oklahoma, the wind blows mighty strong, If you want to get a mama, just sing a California song.
Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain, Down in Texas, my gal fainted in the rain, I throwed a bucket o' dirt in her face just to bring her back again.
2001 - Variation on the Theme
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