When I was listening to Woody Guthrie's "Grand Coulee Dam" I pulled up the lyrics on google and found they didn't match. The lyrics I'm hearing go something like this:
This old world has seven wonders a travelling salesman tells
Some gardens and some towers (flowers?), I guess you know them well
But, ahhhh the greatest wonder in Old Sam's fair land
Oh in King Columbia River it's that big Grand Coulee Dam
She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Comes a-rumbling down her canyon to meet that salty tide
Of that wide Pacific Ocean where the sun shines in the west
And that big Grand Coulee country that's the land I love the best
She rides down a granite canyon and she bends across the lean
Like a silver running stallion down her seabed she does sheen
Catched a ride upon the biggest thing yeah built by human hands
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
We carved the mighty history of the sacrifices made
Well she ripped our boats a-splinter, so she'd give us things to dream
Of the day that Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream
Uncle Sam took up this challenge in the year of Thirty three
For the farmer and the worker and for all of you and me
He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble to the sea."
But river while you're rollin' you can do some work for me
Now up in Washington and Oregon you hear the factories hum
Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum
And there flies a super rocket ship across this land of pots and pans
Spawned upon that King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
We carved the mighty history of the sacrifices made
Well, she tore our boats to splinters but she gave us dreams to dream
Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream
