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"Choppin" must be what the boys called it back in the 30s. |