I have that book!:

DRY SPELL ON THE PLAINS
(Words and New Music Adaptation by Woody Guthrie)

I was a-grubbin' on a piece of land
When this dry spell hit these plains
Raisin' up some crops t'pay my debts I owe
That ole dry dust-cloud come a-rollin'
Wife, she prayed, and our kids all bawlin'
When we fought this awful dry spell on the plains

CHORUS:
When we fought this awful dry spell on the plains
When we fought this awful dry spell on the plains
Tumblin' weeds an' driftin' sands
Great big blisters on my hands
When we fought this awful dry spell on the plains

My topsod was a-cracklin' dry
All of my chickens a-cacklin' cried
'Cause this dirt an' dust kept a-chokin' in their lungs
Hens all a-layin' flintrock eggs
I hadta bust them with a sledge
When we fought this awful dry spell on the plains

Hogs an' piggies cried an' squealed
The boars they rocked an' the sows all reeled
'Cause that water dried up from their waterin' place
Livestock dried up one by one
Turned all to a pile of bones
When we fought that awful dry spell on the plains

My ole hoss an' mule got boney
Both got sickly, both got hungry
And their bones all scattered 'round my place
I walked on their bones six hours
An' I never did touch a spot of ground
When we fought that awful dry spell on the plains

Yes, my wife got sort of ailin'
She got worse as the dust kept sailin'
I didn't have no money to drive her to the doctor man
'Round her bed she told us all
"I'm goin' on where the dust can't find me."
When we fought that awful dry spell on the plains


I am at this moment listening to a tape of Tex Ritter singing "Oregon Trail", but it's a completely different song from the above.
Joan