Текст песни: Talking Columbia + перевод

Well, down along the river just a-sittin' on a rock

I’m a-lookin' 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 a-goin' 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 e-lec-trici-ty

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