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Back in 1927
I had a little farm that I called "The Heaven"
Well, the price's 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
Oh, the 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-rolling
O'er the mountains, out towards the old Peach Bowl
Way up yonder on a mountain road
I had a hot motor and a heavy load
Got it going pretty fast, there wasn't even stopping
And a-bouncing up and down, like popcorn popping
And I had a breakdown
Sort of a nervous breakdown of some kind
There was a feller there, a mechanic feller
Said it was engine trouble
Way up yonder on a mountain curve
Way up yonder in the piney wood
I give that rollin' Ford a shove
And was a-gonna 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
And 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
All over the side of that mountain
We got out to West Coast broke
So dad-gum hungry, I thought I'd croak
So I bummed up a spud or two
And 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
Well, I always have figured
That I'd-, if it'd been just a little bit thinner
Some of these here politicians
Could've seen through it
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