文本歌词

Talking Columbia - Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思里)
Well down along the river just asittin' on a rock
I'm alookin' at the boats in the Bonneville lock
Gate swings open the boat sails in
Toot that whistle she's gone again
Gasoline goin' up wheat comin' down
Well I filled up my hat brim
Drunk a little taste
Thought about a river just agoin' to waste
Thought about the dust
An' thought about the sand
Thought about the people
An' thought about the land
Folks runnin' round all over creation
Lookin' for some kind of little place
Well I pulled out my pencil
Scribbled this song
Figured all them salmon just
Couldn't be wrong
Them salmon fish is mighty shrewd
They got senators and politicians too
Just about like the president
They run every four years
You just watch this river though pretty soon
Everybody's gonna be changin' their tune
The big Grand Coulee and the Bonneville dams
Run a thousand factories for uncle sam
And everybody else in the world turnin' out
Everything from fertilizers to sewing machines
And atomic bedrooms and plastic
Everything's gonna be plastic
Uncle sam need houses and stuff to eat
Uncle sam needs wool and uncle sam needs wheat
Uncle sam needs water and power dams
Uncle sam needs people and the people need land
'Course I don't like dictators none myself
But then I think the whole country
Had ought to be run by electricity