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Back in nineteen twenty-seven
I had a little farm and I called that heaven.
Well the prices up and the rain come down
and I hauled my crops all into town.
I got the money bought clothes and groceries
fed the kids and raised a family.
Rain quit and the wind got high
and the black ol' dust storm filled the sky.
And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine
and I poured it full of this gas-i-line.
And I started rockin' an' a-rollin'
over the mountains out towards the old Peach Bowl.
Way up yonder on a mountain road
I had a hot motor and a heavy load
I's a-goin' pretty fast there wasn't even stoppin'
a-bouncin' up and down like popcorn poppin'.
Had a breakdown sort of a nervous bustdown of some kind
there was a feller there a mechanic feller said it was en-gine trouble.
Way up yonder on a mountain curve
it's way up yonder in the piney wood
an' I give that rollin' Ford a shove
an' I's a-gonna coast as far as I could.
Commence coastin' pickin' up speed
was a hairpin turn I didn't make it.
Man alive I'm a-tellin' you
the fiddles and the guitars really flew.
That Ford took off like a flying squirrel
an' it flew halfway around the world
scattered wives and childrens
all over the side of that mountain.
We got out to the West Coast broke
so dad-gum hungry I thought I'd croak
an' I bummed up a spud or two
an' my wife fixed up a tater stew.
We poured the kids full of it mighty thin stew though
you could read a magazine right through it.
Always have figured that if it'd been just a little bit thinner
some of these here politicians coulda seen through it.