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I have come to tell you something About a man I never knew Tho, if truth be told, he changed my life And, all I think and do
And I'm sorry that I missed him He was gone before I came Still, I took him for my teacher Woody Guthrie was his name
From the cold and concrete canyons To the blowin' dust out West He was voice for homeless millions He was conscience for the rest
As he walked with eyes wide open And he sang us what he'd seen Putting music to the message On his old six-string machine
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So, Lets Sing One For Woody Let's make our voices loud To let him know we heard his words And we still hear them now Cos' This land is still our land And ever will it be From the hills of Oklahoma To the heart of you and me !
He spent his good years ramblin' Back and forth, and up and down On some long-forgotten highways Thru some used-to-be-there towns
Where he stood up for the unions And the migrants in the fields The shadowed figures in the boxcars Rollin' West on iron wheels
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And he taught me I should tell the truth When pen and paper meet To keep it straight, and keep it honest Till the story is complete
So, if one day, I meet him On some golden avenue I'll shake his hand, and thank him And, maybe, swap a song or two !
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outro refrain...
America.....America is ours !
[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 08-31-2002).]
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