Woody Guthrie – Grand Coulee Dam (Guitar)

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Well, the world has seven wonders, the travelers always tell

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Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well

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But the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land

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It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam

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She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide

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Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide

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Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west

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And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best

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In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray

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Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave

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Well, she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream

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Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream

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Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of Thirty three

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For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me

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He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble to the sea

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But river while you're ramblin' you can do some work for me"

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Now in Washington and Oregon you hear the factories hum

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Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum

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And there roars a Flying Fortress now to fight for Uncle Sam

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Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam

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In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray

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Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave

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Well, she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream

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Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream