'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-nineWe 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 lineThere 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.
