Washington Talkin' Blues (Live)

Washington Talkin' Blues(Live) (Live) - Woody Guthrie

Written by：Guthrie

Long about nineteen twentynine

I owned a little farm was a doin' just fine

Raised a little row crop raised some

Wheat Sold it over at the county seat

Drawed the money Raised a family

But the dust came along

And the price went down

Didn't have the money when the bank come around;

Tumble weeds and the black dust blowed

So we hit the trail to the land where the waters floed

Way out across yonder somewhere

The hot old rocks and the desert

Sand Made my mind run back to the dust bowl land

But my hopes was high and we rolled

Along To the Columbia River up in Washington

Lots of good rain Little piece of land

Feller might grow something

We settled down on some cut

Over land Pulled up brush and the stumps by hand

Hot sun burnt up my first crop of wheat

And the river down the canyon just 500 feet

Might as we of been 50 miles

Couldn't get no water

We loaded our belongings and we lit out for town

Seen the old vacant houses and farms all around

And folks a leaving out

If you're asking me

That's as lonesome as sight as a feller can see

Good land Grow anything you plant

Get the moisture

I struck a lumber town and heard the big saw sing

And when business is good why lumber's king;

I went to lookin' for a job but the man said no

So we hit the skids on the old skid row

Traipsing up and down

Chasing a bite to eat Kids hungry Heard about a job

So we hit the wheat Made about enough for the kids to eat

Picked in the berries gathered in the fruit

Hops peaches and the apples too

Slept in just about everything except a good warm bed

Been to Arizona been to California too

Found the people was plenty but the jobs was few;

Well maybe it's like the feller said

When they ain't enough arok well

Business is dead Sorta ailin'

Ain't no money a changin' hands

Just people changing places

Folks wastin' gasoline a'chasin' around

Now what we need is a great big dam

To throw a lot of water out acrost that land

People could work and the stuff would grow

And you could wave goodbye to the old

Skid Row

Work hard raise all kinds of stuff kids too

Take it easy