End of the Line

Back in nineteen thirty-three

Livin' in the dust was a-killin' me

Back in nineteen thirty-four

The dust, it rose and blowed some more

Along come nineteen thirty-five

Blowed my crop 'bout nine mile high

Along about nineteen thirty-six

Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

Me and my woman in a devil of a fix

Along about nineteen thirty-nine

We fanned our tails to the Oregon line

Fanned our tails to the Oregon line

Fanned our tails to the Oregon line

We got hold of a piece of land

Fifteen mile from the Coulee Dam

Fifteen mile from the Coulee Dam

Fifteen mile from the Coulee Dam

Now, the Coulee Dam is a sight to see

Makes us the electricity

Makes us electricity

Makes that electricity

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 of the line

I'll milk my cows and turn my stone

'Til the big Grand Coulee comes along

My eyes is crossed, my back has a cramp

Tryin' to read the bible with a coal-oil lamp

Tryin' to read the bible with a coal-oil lamp

Tryin' to read the bible with a 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're a mile from the end of the line

There ain't no country extra fine

If you ain't onto the power line

Well, 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