I've been listening to Woody Guthrie's 1940 album Dust Bowl Ballads. It's mostly pretty grim folk blues, the misery of people fleeing the economic disaster of the Oaklahoma Dust Bowl. So I was a bit surprised to find this funny little sexual entendre hidden in his Dust Pneumonia Blues.
If it wasn't for choppin my hoe would turn to rust
If it wasn't for choppin my hoe would turn to rust
I can't find a woman in this black old Texas dust
"Choppin" must be what the boys called it back in the 30s.
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  2007-12-11 19:09 Z