| Song | Great Dust Storm (Dust Storm Disaster) |
| Artist | Woody Guthrie |
| Album | Dust Bowl Ballads [Rounder] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Guthrie | |
| On the 14th day of | |
| April of 1935, | |
| There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. | |
| You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, | |
| And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. | |
| From Oklahoma | |
| City to the | |
| Arizona line, | |
| Dakota and | |
| Nebraska to the lazy | |
| Rio Grande, | |
| It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, | |
| We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. | |
| The radio reported, we listened with alarm, | |
| The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm; | |
| From Albuquerque and | |
| Clovis, and all | |
| New Mexico, | |
| They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. | |
| From old Dodge | |
| City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, | |
| And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old | |
| Boot Hill. | |
| From Denver, | |
| Colorado, they said it blew so strong, | |
| They thought that they could hold out, but they didn't know how long. | |
| Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, | |
| And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. | |
| And the family it was crowded into their little room, | |
| They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. | |
| The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, | |
| When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. | |
| We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown | |
| Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. | |
| It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, | |
| It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. | |
| We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, | |
| We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |
| zuo qu : Guthrie | |
| On the 14th day of | |
| April of 1935, | |
| There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. | |
| You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, | |
| And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. | |
| From Oklahoma | |
| City to the | |
| Arizona line, | |
| Dakota and | |
| Nebraska to the lazy | |
| Rio Grande, | |
| It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, | |
| We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. | |
| The radio reported, we listened with alarm, | |
| The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm | |
| From Albuquerque and | |
| Clovis, and all | |
| New Mexico, | |
| They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. | |
| From old Dodge | |
| City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, | |
| And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old | |
| Boot Hill. | |
| From Denver, | |
| Colorado, they said it blew so strong, | |
| They thought that they could hold out, but they didn' t know how long. | |
| Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, | |
| And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. | |
| And the family it was crowded into their little room, | |
| They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. | |
| The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, | |
| When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. | |
| We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown | |
| Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. | |
| It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, | |
| It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. | |
| We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, | |
| We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |
| zuò qǔ : Guthrie | |
| On the 14th day of | |
| April of 1935, | |
| There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. | |
| You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black, | |
| And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track. | |
| From Oklahoma | |
| City to the | |
| Arizona line, | |
| Dakota and | |
| Nebraska to the lazy | |
| Rio Grande, | |
| It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down, | |
| We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom. | |
| The radio reported, we listened with alarm, | |
| The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm | |
| From Albuquerque and | |
| Clovis, and all | |
| New Mexico, | |
| They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw. | |
| From old Dodge | |
| City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell, | |
| And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old | |
| Boot Hill. | |
| From Denver, | |
| Colorado, they said it blew so strong, | |
| They thought that they could hold out, but they didn' t know how long. | |
| Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks, | |
| And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks. | |
| And the family it was crowded into their little room, | |
| They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom. | |
| The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night, | |
| When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight. | |
| We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown | |
| Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown. | |
| It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns, | |
| It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm. | |
| We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in, | |
| We rattled down that highway to never come back again. |