Woody Guthrie - End of the Line lyrics

'Long about nineteen thirty-one My field boiled up in the boiling sun 'Long about nineteen thirty-two Dust did rise and the dust it blew 'Long about nineteen thirty-three Livin' in the dust was a k**in' me 'Long about nineteen thirty-four Dangburn dust it blew some more 'Long about nineteen thirty-five Blowed my crops about nine miles high 'Long about nineteen thirty-six Me and my wife in a devil of a fix 'Long about nineteen thirty-nine We fanned our tails for that Orgegon line We got a hold of a piece of land Thirteen miles from the Coulee dam Coulee dam is a sight to see Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee 'Lectric lights is mighty fine If you're hooked on to the power line There just ain't no country extra fine If you're just a mile from the end o' the line Milk my cows and turn my stone Till them Grand Coullee boys come along My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp Tryin' to read my bible by my coal-oil lamp No, there ain't no country worth a dime If I'm just a mile from the end o' the line