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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 old dust storm filled the sky

And I swapped my farm for a Ford machine

And I poured it full of this gasoline

And I started, rocking an' a-rolling

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-going pretty fast, there wasn’t even stopping

A-bouncing up and down, like popcorn popping

Had a breakdown, sort of a nervous bust-down of some kind

There was a feller there, a mechanic feller

Said it was engine trouble

Way up yonder on a mountain curve

It’s way up yonder in the piney wood

An' I give that rolling Ford a shove

An' I’s a-going to coast as far as I could --

Commence coasting, picking up speed

Was a hairpin turn, I didn’t make it

Man alive, I’m a-telling 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 children’s

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

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