Dust Bowl Blues Woody Guthrie
(not to be confused with Talking Dust Bowl Blues from same album)
Tabbed by Dan Clegg (danjclegg@gmail.com), October 2011
Listen to the song to get the intro, easier than it looks.
Capo 2
Intro (^ down, v up...)
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I [G]just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,
I [G]just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,
I-- [D]just blowed in, and I'll blow back out a[G]gain.
I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
But when the dust gets high, you can't even see the sky.
I've seen the dust so black that I couldn't see a thing,
I've seen the dust so black that I couldn't see a thing,
And the wind so cold, boy, it nearly cut your water off.
I seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down,
I've seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down,
Buried my tractor six feet underground.
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Well, it turned my farm into a pile of sand,
Yes, it turned my farm into a pile of sand,
I had to hit that road with a bottle in my hand.
(repeat above tabbed part)
I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl,
I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl,
When you get that dust pneumony, boy, it's time to go.
I had a gal, and she was young and sweet,
I had a gal, and she was young and sweet,
But a dust storm buried her sixteen hundred feet.
She was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
Yes, she was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
I had to get a steam shovel just to dig my darlin' out.
(repeat stunted version of above tabbed part)
These [G]dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know,
These [G]dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know,
Buried [D]head over heels in the black old dust, [G]I had to pack up and go,
An' I [D]just blowed in, an' I'll [G]soon blow out again......
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