Woody Guthrie - Talking Columbia Blues lyrics

I was down 'long the river, just settin' on a rock Lookin' at the boats in Bonneville Lock And the gate swings open and the boat sails in Toots her whistle, she's gone a gin'! Well, I fills up my hat brim, drunk a sweet taste Thought 'bout the river goin' to waste Thought 'bout the dust, thought 'bout the sand Thought 'bout the people, thought 'bout the land Ever'body runnin' round all over creation Just lookin' for some kind of a little place Pulled out my pencil, scribbled this song I figgered all these salmon fishers can't be wrong Them salmon fish, they're mighty shrewd They got senators, politicians, too! Just like a President, they run ever' four years Yes, them folks back east are doin' a lot o' talkin' Some of 'em balkin' and some of 'em squawkin' But with all their figgerin' and all their books Well, they just didn't know them raw Chinooks Salmon! That's a good river! Just watch this river and pretty soon Ever'body's goin' to be changin' their tune The big Grand Coulee and Bonneville Dam Run a thousand factories for Uncle Sam An' ever'body else in the world Makin' ever'thing from sewing machines to fertilizer Atomic bedrooms!... Plastic! Everything's gonna be made out of plastic! Yes, Uncle Sam needs wool, Uncle Sam needs wheat Uncle Sam needs houses and stuff to eat Uncle Sam needs water and power dams Uncle Sam needs people and people needs land Don't like dictators not much, myself But I think the whole country ought to be run By electricity!