End Of The Line

'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
Living in the dust was a killing 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
Trying 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