Song | Great Dust Storm (Dust Storm Disaster) |
Artist | Woody Guthrie |
Album | Dust Bowl Ballads [Rounder] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Guthrie | |
On the 14th day of | |
April of 1935, | |
There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. | |
You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, | |
And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. | |
From Oklahoma | |
City to the | |
Arizona line, | |
Dakota and | |
Nebraska to the lazy | |
Rio Grande, | |
It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, | |
We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. | |
The radio reported, we listened with alarm, | |
The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm; | |
From Albuquerque and | |
Clovis, and all | |
New Mexico, | |
They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. | |
From old Dodge | |
City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, | |
And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old | |
Boot Hill. | |
From Denver, | |
Colorado, they said it blew so strong, | |
They thought that they could hold out, but they didn't know how long. | |
Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, | |
And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. | |
And the family it was crowded into their little room, | |
They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. | |
The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, | |
When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. | |
We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown | |
Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. | |
It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, | |
It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. | |
We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, | |
We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |
zuo qu : Guthrie | |
On the 14th day of | |
April of 1935, | |
There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. | |
You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, | |
And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. | |
From Oklahoma | |
City to the | |
Arizona line, | |
Dakota and | |
Nebraska to the lazy | |
Rio Grande, | |
It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, | |
We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. | |
The radio reported, we listened with alarm, | |
The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm | |
From Albuquerque and | |
Clovis, and all | |
New Mexico, | |
They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. | |
From old Dodge | |
City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, | |
And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old | |
Boot Hill. | |
From Denver, | |
Colorado, they said it blew so strong, | |
They thought that they could hold out, but they didn' t know how long. | |
Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, | |
And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. | |
And the family it was crowded into their little room, | |
They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. | |
The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, | |
When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. | |
We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown | |
Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. | |
It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, | |
It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. | |
We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, | |
We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |
zuò qǔ : Guthrie | |
On the 14th day of | |
April of 1935, | |
There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. | |
You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, | |
And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. | |
From Oklahoma | |
City to the | |
Arizona line, | |
Dakota and | |
Nebraska to the lazy | |
Rio Grande, | |
It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, | |
We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. | |
The radio reported, we listened with alarm, | |
The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm | |
From Albuquerque and | |
Clovis, and all | |
New Mexico, | |
They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. | |
From old Dodge | |
City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, | |
And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old | |
Boot Hill. | |
From Denver, | |
Colorado, they said it blew so strong, | |
They thought that they could hold out, but they didn' t know how long. | |
Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, | |
And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. | |
And the family it was crowded into their little room, | |
They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. | |
The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, | |
When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. | |
We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown | |
Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. | |
It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, | |
It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. | |
We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, | |
We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |