'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