Тональность: G major•
Verse 1
G
C
G
D
B
nineteen twentynine.
D
I owned a little farm,
G
was a doin' just fine.
B
Raised a little row crop raised some wheat
C#
G
Sold it over at the county seat,
C
B
Drawed the money. Raised
Verse 2
But the dust came along,
B
C#
and the price went down,
Didn't have the money when the
F#
bank come around;
B
C
Tumble weeds and the black dust blowed,
D
So we hit the trail to the land
F#
G
D
where the waters floed,
C#
D
Way out across yonder somewhere.
Verse 3
F#
B
Well, the hot old rocks
and the desert sand
F#
C#
F#
Made my mind run back to the dust bowl land,
B
But my hopes was high and we rolled along
C#
To the Columbia River up in
F#
Washington.
C#
Little piece of land. Feller might grow something.
F#
Verse 4
F#
B
We settled down on
C#
some cut over land
Pulled up brush and the stumps
B
Hot sun burnt up my first crop of wheat
C#
And the river down the canyon
just 500 feet.
F#
B
C#
Might as we of been 50 miles.
F#
Couldn't get no water.
B
We loaded our belongings and we lit out for town
Verse 5
F#
vacant houses and farms all around,
B
And folks a leaving out,
C#
if you're asking me
That's as lonesome as sight
F#
as a feller can see.
B
C#
Good land. Grow anything you plant,
F#
long as you can get the moisture.
B
I struck a lumber town and heard the big saw sing,
Verse 6
C#
And when business is good,
why lumber's king;
F#
I went to lookin' for a
C#
B
job but the man said no,
C#
So we hit the skids on
F#
the old skid row.
B
Traipsing up and down. Chasing a
C#
F#
bite to eat. Kids hungry
C#
Heard about a job,
Verse 7
so we hit the wheat
Made about enough for the kids to eat,
F#
Picked in the berries,
B
gathered in the fruit,
C#
F#
Hops, peaches, and the apples, too.
B
Slept in just about everything
C#
F#
except a good warm bed.
B
Been to Arizona, been
Verse 8
to California,
C#
too,
Found the people was plenty but
F#
the jobs was few;
B
Well maybe it's like the feller said,
C#
When they ain't enough arok, well,
F#
business is dead,
B
C#
Sorta ailin'. Ain't no money a changin' hands,
F#
B
C#
just people changing places. Folks wastin gasoline a'chasin' around.
F#
Verse 9
Now what we need is a
C#
F#
To throw a lot of water out acrost that land,
People could work an
B
d the stuff would grow
C#
And you could wave goodbye
F#
B
to the old Skid Row
C#
Work hard, raise all kinds of stuff, kids, too.
F#
B
C#
F#
B
C#
Take it easy.
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