Well, the dust, it started blowing
Beneath the windows and the door
Blew us out of Oklahoma
In a 1944
Living rough beside the highway
Mexicali, rice and beans
The dust blew us to California
The valley of the San Joaquin
We were living in a boxcar
Sleeping in our old work car
We were living in a boxcar
Friday nights down at the dance hall
We heard the Maddox boys and roll
My papa picked the grapes and kept some
My mama made that sweet blue wine
We vowed someday that we'd see Hollywood
Drive back on up that old grapevine
We come rolling down those canyons
That old engine, how it whines
Seems like you could sink forever
On that hill to Calvary Vine
You must stop the party
Swimming like men

I'll just be a


We get a good run
Just to wipe out the craze
I will be junge
Ain't no wonder
Someone now tendered the soil
To give to the flag
Sooba
Some found Jesus
Jesus in the prayer tents
Some drank themselves to hell
Me, I finally made old Hollywood
Desk clerk in a big hotel
Where I write movies in my head all night
Just like Steinbeck in my mind
I'll tell of all my older brothers
Whose dreams fell down the old grapevine
Now the hands that picked the cotton
Lost to tractors and combines
Left our souls out in the orchards
Down below the old grapevine
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