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'Long about nineteen thirty-one, |
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My field boiled up in the boiling sun. |
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'Long about nineteen thirty-two, |
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Dust did rise and the dust it blew. |
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'Long about nineteen thirty-three, |
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Livin' in the dust was a killin' me. |
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'Long about nineteen thirty-four, |
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Dangburn dust it blew some more. |
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'Long about nineteen thirty-five, |
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Blowed my crops about nine miles high. |
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'Long about nineteen thirty-six, |
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Me and my wife in a devil of a fix. |
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'Long about nineteen thirty-nine |
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We fanned our tails for that Orgegon line. |
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We got a hold of a piece of land, |
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Thirteen miles from the Coulee dam. |
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Coulee dam is a sight to see, |
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Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee |
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'Lectric lights is mighty fine, |
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If you're hooked on to the power line |
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There just ain't no country extra fine. |
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If you're just a mile from the end o' the line. |
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Milk my cows and turn my stone, |
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Till them Grand Coullee boys come along. |
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My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp, |
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Tryin' to read my bible by my coal-oil lamp. |
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No, there ain't no country worth a dime, |
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If I'm just a mile from the end o' the line. |
