End of the Line

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