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Back in Nineteen Twenty Seven
I Had a Little Farm and I Called It Heaven
Prices Up and the Rain Come Down
I Hauled My Crops All Into Town
Got the Money...bought Clothes and Groceries...
Fed the Kids..and Raised a Big Family

But the Rain Quit and the Wind Got High
Black Old Dust Storm Filled the Sky
I Traded My Farm For a Ford Machine
Poured It Full of This Gas-i-line
And Started...rocking and A-rolling
Deserts and Mountains...to California

Way Up Yonder On a Mountain Road
Hot Motor and a Heavy Load
Going Purty Fast, Wasn't Even Stopping
Bouncing Up and Down Like Popcorn A-popping
Had a Breakdown..kind of a Nervous Bustdown
Mechanic Feller There Charged Me Five Bucks
And Said It Was En-gine Trouble

Way Up Yonder On a Mountain Curve
Way Up Yonder in a Piney Wood
I Gave That Rolling Ford a Shove
Gonna Coast Just Fars As I Could
Commence a Rolling..picking Up Speed
Come a Hairpin Turn..and I Didn't Make It

Man Alive, I'm a Telling You
The Fiddles and Guitars Really Flew
That Ford Took Off Like a Flying Squirrel
Flew Halfway Around the World
Scattered Wives and Children
All Over the Side of That Mountain

Got to California So Dad-gum Broke
So Dad-gum Hungry I Thought I'd Choke
I Bummed Up a Spud Or Two
Wife Fixed Up Some Tater Stew
We Poured the Kids Full of It
Looked Like a Tribe of Thy-mometers
Arunning Around

Lord, Man, I Swear to You
That Was Surely Mighty Thin Stew
So Damn Thin I Really Mean
You Could Read a Magizine
Right Through It..look At the Pictures Too
Purty Whiskey Bottles..naked Women

Always Have Thought, Always Figured
If That Damn Stew Had Been a Little Thinner
Some of These Here Politicians
Could of Seen Through It