End of the Line

歌詞

'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.