Back in nineteen thirty-three
Livin' in the dust was a killin' me

Back in nineteen thirty-four
The dust did rose and blowed some more

'Long come nineteen thirty-five
Blowed my crop about nine mile high

'Long about nineteen thirty-six
Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

Me and my woman in a devil of a fix
Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

'Long about nineteen thirty-nine
We fanned our tails for that Oregon line

Fanned our tails to the Oregon line
Fanned our tails to the Oregon line

We got a hold of a piece of land
Fifteen miles from the Coulee dam

Fifteen miles from the Coulee dam
Fifteen miles from the Coulee dam

Now, the Coulee dam is a sight to see
Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee

Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee
Make that e-lec-a-tric-i-tee

Well, Oregon state is mighty fine
If you're hooked on to the power line

But there ain't no country extra fine
If you're just a mile from the end o' the line

I milk my cows and turn my stone
Till the big Grand Coullee comes along

My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp
Tryin' to read the Bible by my coal-oil lamp

Tryin' to read the Bible by my coal-oil lamp
Tryin' to read the Bible by my coal-oil lamp

I guess I come to the end of the line
I guess I come to the end of the line

I guess I come to the end of the line
I guess I come to the end of the line

Ain't no country extra fine
If you are a mile from the end of the line

Ain't no country extra fine
If you ain't on to the power line

Well, I guess I come to the end of the line
I guess I come to the end of the line