woody guthrie – end of the line lyrics
‘long about nineteen thirty-one,
my field boiled up in the boiling sun.
‘long about nineteen thirty-two,
dust did rise and the dust it blew.
‘long about nineteen thirty-three,
livin’ in the dust was a killin’ me.
‘long about nineteen thirty-four,
dangburn dust it blew some more.
‘long about nineteen thirty-five,
blowed my crops about nine miles high.
‘long about nineteen thirty-six,
me and my wife in a devil of a fix.
‘long about nineteen thirty-nine
we fanned our tails for that orgegon line.
we got a hold of a piece of land,
thirteen miles from the coulee dam.
coulee dam is a sight to see,
makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee
‘lectric lights is mighty fine,
if you’re hooked on to the power line
there just ain’t no country extra fine.
if you’re just a mile from the end o’ the line.
milk my cows and turn my stone,
till them grand coullee boys come along.
my eyes are crossed, my back’s in a cramp,
tryin’ to read my bible by my coal-oil lamp.
no, there ain’t no country worth a dime,
if i’m just a mile from the end o’ the line.