Woody Guthrie - Roll on Columbia lyrics

Well, the world has seven wonders that the trav'lers always tell Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair lang It's the big Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet the salty tide Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the West And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and wind ward spray Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave Well, she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of 'thrity-three For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me He said, "Roll along, Columbia, you can ramble to the sea But river, while you're rambling, you can do some work for me." Now in Washington and Oregon you can hear the factories hum Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum And there roars the flying fortress now to fight for Uncle Sam Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam