Blowin’ Down The Road                    .

Key D 2/4 time

Rather fast, with vitality,= 120 bpm

Guitar chords of A7 D D7 G

Folk song of the American depression era.

Form and origin is a Negro Blues, but

Millions of Okies, Arkies, southern crackers

Homeless and jobless, made it the blues of

“The Grapes of Wrath” people.

A version by Woody Guthrie can be heard on U/Tube

            D

Well I’m //:blow-in’ down that/old dust-y/

 6    6      6    6   -6   6   7(7) -6  6

D7                     G

Road Lawd/Lawd yes I’m/blow-in’down that/

 5    5   -4 4  -4  -4   3   3  4    4

            D              G

 Old dust-y/road  /yes I’m/blow-in’down that/

-4-4  4   3  4      4   4    3   3  4    4

            D

 Old dust-y/road Lawd/Lawd an’I/

-4-4  4  -4  6     6    6  6  6

A7                                D

ain’t a gon-na be/treat-ed this-a/-way//

  6   6  6 6(6)6    6   -5   5 -4   4

   D

V2.well I’m goin’where the climate suits my

   D7

   clothes Lawd Lawd,

           G

   yes I’m goin’where the climate suits my

   D 

   clothes,

           G

   yes I’m goin’where the climate suits my

   D

   clothes Lawd Lawd

             A7                            D

   I’m goin’ where them chilly winds don’t blow.

   D                                     

V3 well I’m goin’ where the water tastes like

   D7

   Wine Lawd, Lawd,

           G                                D

   Yes I’m goin’where the water tastes like wine

           G                                D

   Yes I’m goin’where the water tastes like wine

   Lawd,Lawd,

         A7

  ‘cause the New York* water tastes like

   D

   Turpentine

   D                               D7                        

V4 who’ll stir your gravy when I’m gone Lawd,Lawd

               G                   D

   Who’ll stir your gravy when I’m gone

               G                   D

   Who’ll stir your gravy when I’m gone Lawd,Lawd

            A7                           D

   When I’m gone down that long lonesome road

   D                                    D7

V5 It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet

   Lawd,Lawd,

            G                           D

   It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,

            G                           D

   It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,

   Lawd,Lawd,

        A7                            D

   An’I ain’t gonna be treated this–a-way.

   D                             D7

V6 I ain’t got but one old lousy dime, Lawd,Lawd,

           G                     D

   I ain’t got but one old lousy dime,

           G                     D

   I ain’t got but one old lousy dime, Lawd,Lawd,

            A7                            D

   But I’ll find me a new dollar some old day.

   D                                   D7

V7 I’m goin’ where the orange blossoms blow,

   Lawd,Lawd

           G                               D

   Yes I’m goin’ where the orange blossoms blow,

           G                                D

   Yes I’m goin’ where the orange blossoms blow

   Lawd,Lawd,

        A7                             D

   An I ain’t a-gonna be treated this-a-way