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
Woody's roundup Right here every day Woody's roundup Come on, it's time to play There's Jessie, the yodelin' cowgirl (Yo-de-la, you-de-la, yo-de-la)
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home Walkin' a road other men have gone down I'm seein' your world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long He pecks a few
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standin' at Or maybe it's the weather or somethin' like that But mama, you
Well, there's women in the city that make me feel shitty There's some that make me pack a wad But the ones that are fine, will never be mine They won'
Every time she looks at me I can feel electric heat All right, all right Shiny sparkle in her eyes As she's moving in disguise All right, all night I
words and music by Woody Guthrie While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted to say that I always was a man to work. I was born working and
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Someone tell me, do you know Where did Allen Woody go and were you there? I was told with great remorse He fell off his rocking horse and landed in his
Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue To find the Stax and Sun They were reaching to get to They was a rapping the flat scat Diamond
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin'
Little Woody Allen sits alone in a playground, but he doesn't mind The other children play their childish games He's in his own world, but he's doing
The end of the summer, down in New Orleans Should've called, got caught up in the scene Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't a damn thing right Gonna be comin'
Well, a curly-headed girl with a bright shining smile Heard the roar of a plane as it sailed through the sky To her playmates she said, with a bright
1) Green Douglas firs where the water cuts through Down the wild mountains and canyons she flew Canadian north-west to the ocean so blue It's roll on
Sowing on the mountain Reaping in the valley Sowing on the mountain Reaping in the valley Sowing on the mountain Reaping in the valley You're gonna reap
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures There're scenes that are painted from life, Scenes of youth and of beauty, Scenes of hardship and strife,
