In bed with my woman, just singin' the blues,. Heard the radio tellin' the news:. That the big Red Army took a hundred towns,. And Allies droppin' them two-ton bombs..
I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you know. I've been hittin' some hard travelin' way down the road. I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'.
Well I rode that ribbon highway. I saw above me the endless sky. I saw below me the golden valley. This land was made for you and me. . I've roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps.
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,. Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.. And the police make it hard wherever I may go. And I ain't got no home in this world anymore..
(Woody Guthrie). (E) - (A) - (B7) Capo on 1. . (E) Have you seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?. (A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?. (A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?.
Lots of folks back east they say. Leaving home most every day. Beating the hot old dusty way. To the (g) california line. . 'cross the desert sands they roll.
This land is your land this land is mine land from California to the New York Island. From redwood forrest to the gulf stream water this land was made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land. From California to the New York island. From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters. This land was made for you and me.
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road. Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled. Your desert was hot and your mountains were cold.
Have you seen that vigilante man. Have you seen that vigilante man. Have you seen that vigilante man. I've been hearin' his name all over this land. Lonely nights down in the engine house.
Well, thousands of folks back East they say. Are leavin' home most everyday. They're beatin' the hot oled dusty way. To the California line. Across the desert sands they roll.
Woody Guthrie. . Chorus:. This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,. From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me..
Woody Guthrie. . It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.. Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold..
There is a house in this old town. And that's where my true love lays around. And he takes other women right down on his knee. And he tells them a little tale he won't tell me.
I been doin' some hard travelin'. I thought you know. I been doin' some hard travelin'. Way down the road. . I been doin' some hard travelin'. Hard ramblin', hard gamblin'.
Talking Blues. If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you what to do,. You gotta grease your feet in a little mutton stew.. Slide right out of the devil's hand,.
Jesus Christ was a man that traveled through the land. Hard working man and brave. He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor". So they laid Jesus Christ in His grave.
I Ride an Old Paint. I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan. I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan,. They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw.
Way out in Reno Nevada. Where romance blooms and fades. A great Philadelphia lawyer. Was in love with a Hollywood maid. . "Come love and we will wander out.
Good mornin' foreman, good mornin' boss. Do you need another mule skinner. With a blacksnake whip to toss. . Yodel lay, ee ee, ay ee ee. . Lord, I been workin' hard.