End of the Line - Woody Guthrie, Sonny Terry

Back in nineteen thirty-three

Livin' in the dust was a killin' me

Back in nineteen thirty-four

The dust did rose and blowed some more

'Long come nineteen thirty-five

Blowed my crop about nine mile high

'Long about nineteen thirty-six

Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

'Long about nineteen thirty-nine

We fanned our tails for that Oregon line

Fanned our tails to the Oregon line

Fanned our tails to the Oregon line

We got a hold of a piece of land

Fifteen miles from the Coulee dam

Fifteen miles from the Coulee dam

Fifteen miles from the Coulee dam

Now, the Coulee dam is a sight to see

Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee

Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee

Make that e-lec-a-tric-i-tee

Well, Oregon state is mighty fine

If you’re hooked on to the power line

But there ain’t no country extra fine

If you’re just a mile from the end o' the line

I milk my cows and turn my stone

Till the big Grand Coullee comes along

My eyes are crossed, my back’s in a cramp

Tryin' to read the Bible by my coal-oil lamp

Tryin' to read the Bible by my coal-oil lamp

Tryin' to read the Bible by my coal-oil lamp

I guess I come to the end of the line

I guess I come to the end of the line

I guess I come to the end of the line

I guess I come to the end of the line

Ain’t no country extra fine

If you are a mile from the end of the line

Ain’t no country extra fine

If you ain’t on to the power line

Well, I guess I come to the end of the line

I guess I come to the end of the line