Washington Talkin' Blues chords and lyrics - WOODY GUTHRIE

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[Verse 1]
[G][C][G][D]
[G]Long about
nineteen [B]twentynine.
I [D]owned a little farm,
was a doin' just [G]fine.
Raised a little [B]row crop raised some wheat
[C#]Sold it over at the [G]county seat,
Drawed the [C]money. [B]Raised
a [D]family.

[Verse 2]
But the dust came along,
and the [B]price went [C#]down,
Didn't have the money when the
[F#]bank come around;
Tumble [B]weeds and the [C]black dust blowed,
So [D]we hit the trail to the land
where the [F#]waters [G]flo[D]ed,
Way out across [C#]yonder some[D]where.

[Verse 3]
Well, the [F#]hot old [B]rocks
and the desert sand
Made [F#]my mind run [C#]back to the dust bowl [F#]land,
But my hopes was [B]high and we rolled along
To the Columbia [C#]River up in
[F#]Washington.
Lots of good [B]rain,
Little piece of [C#]land. Feller might grow something.
[F#]

[Verse 4]
[F#]We settled down [B]on
some cut over [C#]land
Pulled up brush and the stumps
by [F#]hand.
Hot sun burnt [B]up my first crop of wheat
And the [C#]river down the canyon
just 500 feet.
[F#]Might [B]as we of been [C#]50 miles.
Couldn't get [F#]no water.
We loaded our belongings an[B]d we lit out for town

[Verse 5]
Seen [C#]the old
vacant houses and farms all a[F#]round,
And folks a leaving [B]out,
if [C#]you're asking me
That's as lonesome as sight
as a feller can [F#]see.
[B]Good land. [C#]Grow anything you plant,
long as you can [F#]get the moisture.
I struck a lumber town and [B]heard the big saw sing,

[Verse 6]
And when business [C#]is good,
why lumber's king;
[F#]I went to lookin' for a
[C#]job but the [B]man said no,
So [C#]we hit the skids on
the old skid [F#]row.
[B]Traipsing up and down. Chasing a
[C#]bite to eat. Kids [F#]hungry
Heard about a [C#]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,
Hops, [C#]peaches, and the apples, [F#]too.
[B]Slept in just about everything
[C#]except a good warm bed.[F#]
Been to Arizon[B]a, been

[Verse 8]
to California,
[C#]too,
Found the people was plenty but
the jobs [F#]was few;
Well [B]maybe it's like the feller said,
When they [C#]ain't enough arok, well,
business is [F#]dead,
[B]Sorta [C#]ailin'. Ain't no money a changin' hands,
just people changing places. Folks [F#]wastin gasoline [B]a'chasin' around.[C#]
[F#]

[Verse 9]
Now what we need is a
[B]great big dam
To throw a lot of [C#]water out acrost that [F#]land,
People could work an
[B]d the stuff would grow
And you could [C#]wave goodbye
to the old Skid [F#]Row[B]
Work hard, raise all [C#]kinds of stuff, kids, too.
[F#]Take[B] it [C#]easy[F#].[B][C#]