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Blow
Blow down
Blowin' down this dusty road Lord
And I
Lord
Ain't a gonna be
treated this a way
Blow
Blowin' down
down
blowin' down this road
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Guthrie Songs: II. Coda
02:27
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I’m blowin’ down this old dusty road,
I’m a-blowin’ down this old dusty road,
I’m a-blowin’ down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way.
I’m a-goin’ where the water tastes like wine,
I’m a-goin’ where the water tastes like wine,
I’m a-goin’ where the water tastes like wine,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
I’m a-goin’ where the dust storms never blow,
I’m a-goin’ where them dust storms never blow,
I’m a-goin’ where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
They say I’m a dust bowl refugee,
Yes, they say I’m a dust bowl refugee,
They say I’m a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
I’m a lookin’ for a job at honest pay,
I’m a lookin’ for a job at honest pay,
I’m a lookin’ for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
My Children need three square meals a day,
Now, my children need three square meals a day,
My children need three square meals a day, Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet,
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet,
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
You’re a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet,
You’re a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet,
Yes, You’re a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
I’m a-goin’ down this old dusty road
I’m blowin’ down this old dusty road,
I’m a-blowin’ down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord,
An’ I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way.
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Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin’ home every day,
Beatin’ the hot old dusty way to the California line.
‘Cross the desert sands they roll, getting’ out of that old dust bowl,
The think they’re goin’ to a sugar bowl, but here’s what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
“You’re number fourteen thousand for today.”
Oh, if you ain’t got the do re mi folks, you ain’t got the do re mi,
Why you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi.
You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can’t deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sez.
Don’t swap your old cow for a car, you beter stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
‘Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:
If you ain’t got the do re mi folks, you ain’t got the do re mi,
Why you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi.
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Dust Bowl
06:12
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Dust Bowl
The land wants me to come back
To a handful of dust in autumn,
To a raindrop
In the palm of my hand
In spring. The land wants me to come back
To a broken song in October,
To a snowbird on the wing.
The land wants me to come back.
- Langston Hughes
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Cassandra, IL
04:08
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like a river flows the grain
in the silo's shadow eighteen men
run the dusty diamond
'til the sun sinks down again
like a river running dry
the elevator grits and grinds
the men have left the diamond
and the dust is on the rise
Where once it swelled the shore
the farmer's river runs no more
and where the eighteen lie today
I could not say for sure
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The Smallest Gap
05:59
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rottening
the oranges piled in their creosote dumps
They're flyin' them back to the Mexico border
to pay all their money to wade back again.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be deportees.
My father's own father, he waded that river,
they took all the money he made in his life;
my brothers and sisters come work in the fruit trees,
and they rode the truck 'til they took down and died.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be deportees.
Some of us are illegal. Some are not wanted.
Our work contract's out, we have to move on.
Six-hundred miles to the Mexican border,
they chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be deportees.
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and we died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes.
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be deportees.
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightening that shook all our hills.
Who are all these friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said "They are just deportees."
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be deportees.
Is this the best way we can grow our good orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves
To rot on the top soil
and be called by no name except "deportees?"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be deportees.
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8. |
Mama Rolls On
03:05
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Sometimes mamas roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Taking what they can carry
Roll on, roll on
Leaving sad monuments behind
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Sometimes young girls leave
Such a big sky
Taking what they can carry
Such a big sky
Sleeping wherever they land
Such a big sky
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Sometimes mamas roll on
Such a big sky
Taking what they can carry
Such a big sky
Leaving sad monuments behind
Such a big sky
Such a big sky
Will you ever come back?
Roll on, roll on
When the dust settles?
Roll on, roll on
When the sky turns blue?
Mama, mama, mama
Such a, such a, such a, such a
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frgmntd
06:06
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"And when Dustbowl and that drought hit in the 30s, the drought really affected them and so it was like they were poor, they didn't
really..."
"the storms didn't start in Nebraska but the dust came up..."
"the sky would just turn black..."
"And she was in the storm cellar. And they just got up and their house was just gone."
"moved, picked up and moved"
"why don't I just move? Why don't you just leave?"
"The places where we grow up even with these disasters, it's like we have such a gravitational force."
"She got on a train. She went to San Francisco"
"how can I make my load lighter"
How can I make my load lighter?
Swimming and it storms all around
Deep roots hurt when you have to pull at them
I can't survive in Nebraska
Let's go
I can't survive in Oklahoma
Let's go
No single destination
I'm going on
Sky turned black
Flood St. Louis
Goodbye Kentucky
Midwife sooner
I'm going on
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I. These Songs
Why do we sing these songs?
She never spoke
He held a knife against her breast and pulled her close
He took her by her golden curls
Like flames of hell around my bed
Why do we sing these songs?
To scare us?
To ensnare us?
Why do we sing?
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II. Knoxville Boy
Go down to the river, you Knoxville boy, and meet you Omie Wise.
Go down to the river, you Knoxville boy, where these tales will die.
Go down to the river, Bad Lee Brown, go down to the river, Barney Dawson,
Go down to the river to no man’s land where you’ll sing these songs no more.
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III. She Knows
She knows the songs, she knows them well,
She knows the songs of girls in water graves.
I am not a ballad.
I am not your story to tell.
She knows.
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IV. Banks of the Ohio
I asked my love to take a walk, to take a walk, just a little walk,
Down beside where the water flows, down by the banks of the Ohio.
And only say that you’ll be mine, that you’ll be mine, in no other’s arms entwine,
Down beside where the water flows, down by the banks of the Ohio.
And breast to breast she pulled me close, she whispered on my lips that she loved me most,
Down beside where the water flows, down by the banks of the Ohio.
This place is ours, she said to me, where no one will discover we.
Where lips to lips we can be free of men, of death, of reality.
Down beside where the water flows, two girls, two wives on the Ohio.
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