Talking Dust Bowl
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven,
I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
Well, the prices up and the rain come down,
And I hauled my crops all into town --
I got the money, bought clothes and groceries,
Fed the kids, and raised a family.

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

Way up yonder on a mountain road,
I had a hot motor and a heavy load,
I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin',
A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' --
Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
There was a feller there, a mechanic feller,
Said it was en-gine trouble.

Way up yonder on a mountain curve,
It's way up yonder in the piney wood,
An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove,
An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could --
Commence coastin', pickin' up speed,
Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it.

Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you,
The fiddles and the guitars really flew.
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
An' it flew halfway around the world --
Scattered wives and children's
All over the side of that mountain.

We got out to the West Coast broke,
So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak,
An' I bummed up a spud or two,
An' my wife fixed up a tater stew --
We poured the kids full of it,
Mighty thin stew, though,
You could read a magazine right through it.
Always have figured
That if it'd been just a little bit thinner,




Some of these here politicians
Coulda seen through it.

Overall Meaning

Woody Guthrie's Talking Dust Bowl Blues is a melancholic ballad that tells the tale of a farmer from the 1920s in the grip of a prolonged dust and drought storm on the Great Plains. It is a remembrance of what life was like before the dust came, and an account of the hardships experienced by those who lived through the natural disaster. This farmer built a life for himself and his family, but eventually, the drought took his crops, and the economic depression made it hard for him to make ends meet. He ends up selling his farm for a Ford machine, which was supposed to take them away from their problems. They headed West, but their troubles followed them there as well.


The song is full of vivid imagery that paints a picture of the way the land changed over time, from the time when the farmer first moved there, to the time when the dust that had been blown in made farming impossible and forced people to leave. The lyrics about the hot motor and heavy load of the Ford machine that carried the family Westward, as well as the hairpin turn they encountered, only to crash and scatter wives and children all over the side of a mountain, reflect how the Great Plains drought was just one of the many obstacles that early settlers and people on the move had to contend with. The family ends up broke and hungry, and the stew they eat is so thin that one could read a magazine right through it. Woody Guthrie uses this thin stew as a metaphor for how empty promises from political leaders couldn't fix the crisis at hand.


Line by Line Meaning

Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven,
In the year 1927, in the past.


I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
I had a small farm, but to me it was a paradise.


Well, the prices up and the rain come down,
Prices went up while the rain kept coming down.


And I hauled my crops all into town --
I took all my crops to the nearby town to sell.


I got the money, bought clothes and groceries,
I got paid for my crops and spent the money on clothes and food.


Fed the kids, and raised a family.
I used the money to provide for my children and raise my family.


Rain quit and the wind got high,
The rain stopped and the wind started blowing harder.


And the black ol' dust storm filled the sky.
A big, dark dust storm covered the sky.


And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine,
I exchanged my farm for a Ford car.


And I poured it full of this gas-I-line --
I filled it up with gasoline.


And I started, rockin' an' a-rollin',
I began driving my car, moving back and forth.


Over the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl.
I drove across mountains toward the Peach Bowl.


Way up yonder on a mountain road,
Far away on a mountain road.


I had a hot motor and a heavy load,
My car had a powerful engine and a big cargo.


I's a-goin' pretty fast, there wasn't even stoppin',
I was driving quickly and couldn't even stop.


A-bouncin' up and down, like popcorn poppin' --
The car was bouncing like popcorn in a pan.


Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind,
The car broke down, some sort of nervous breakdown.


There was a feller there, a mechanic feller,
A man there was a mechanic.


Said it was en-gine trouble.
He said it was an engine problem.


Way up yonder on a mountain curve,
Far away on a bend in the mountain road.


It's way up yonder in the piney wood,
It's very far away in a pine forest.


An' I give that rollin' Ford a shove,
I pushed the rolling Ford car.


An' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could --
I planned to coast as far as possible.


Commence coastin', pickin' up speed,
I started coasting and picking up speed.


Was a hairpin turn, I didn't make it.
There was a sharp turn, but I couldn't make it.


Man alive, I'm a-tellin' you,
I'm telling you, man.


The fiddles and the guitars really flew.
The music played on fiddles and guitars was amazing.


That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
That Ford car took off like a squirrel jumping from tree to tree.


An' it flew halfway around the world --
It felt like the car flew halfway around the world.


Scattered wives and children's
Wives and children were thrown out of the car.


All over the side of that mountain.
They were scattered all over the mountain.


We got out to the West Coast broke,
We arrived on the West Coast with no money.


So dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak,
I was so hungry that I thought I was going to die.


An' I bummed up a spud or two,
I begged for a few potatoes.


An' my wife fixed up a tater stew --
My wife cooked a potato stew.


We poured the kids full of it,
We fed our children the stew.


Mighty thin stew, though,
The stew was very watery.


You could read a magazine right through it.
It was so thin that you could read a magazine through it.


Always have figured
I always thought that


That if it'd been just a little bit thinner,
If it had been even thinner


Some of these here politicians
Some of these politicians


Coulda seen through it.
Would have been able to see through it.




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Written by: Woody Guthrie

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Comments from YouTube:

@hedworm

Listening to Woody, Ramblin Jack Elliot, Leadbelly, Sonny, Blind willie Mctell, and others, an absolute shit TON of Dylans lyrics were snippets - almost word for word - taken directly from those artists. Music is simply history repeating in sound, then evolving into something new due to a different artists interpretation and cultural upbringing. Fascinating. Love Woody and all our timeless musicians. Thanks for sharing

@DustyRolls

woody saw the dark side of reality, but he had a wonderful way of showing the beautiful side of people as well. his style and works of art will always stand out as educational, inspirational, entertaining and just amazing

@DannyCarmeli

You can totally hear how Dylan used this singing style (and even the way he stresses certain words) in the song "Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues". Guthrie is so awesome.

@nondepouk

always a real pleasure to hear Woody; God bless him. thanks so much to share

@geraldjohnson848

July 14: Happy birthday Woody Guthrie,  American folk singer-songwriter (1912-1967) Thank you and God bless. Thanks for the upload, Joe Stead. RIP, Woody. Blessings

@manoelluizteixeira8073

Excelente, muito bom ouví-lo, me faz lembrar o junteiro em minha casa, onde nos reuníamos para tocar violão, cantar, sapatear e infernizar a vizinhança a, as vezes a noite toda, lá ia o Artemis, o Paulo da Dona Ana, Valdirão, Benter, o Renê, tantos outros e muita 'guria' pra incentivar, etc. maneco - RGS - Brasil.

@HamSandwich09

Most talking blues songs sound alike. It's just a very specific style. The only thing that changes is the lyrical content, and that's what keeps it awesome, because once you're no longer confined by writing a great tune, you focus on writing some great words.

@craigmccauley3972

Great song!

@mymycelium

My grandfather used to play this record before telling some cool stories.

@DustyRolls

some people dream, some live. Woody dreamed and lived.

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