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
['american folk revival', 'appalachian folk', 'folk', 'old-time', 'protest folk', 'singer-songwriter', 'traditional blues', 'traditional folk']