Ellis Paul
Текст песни Woody Guthrie, Working Man

A-who, a-who, a-who, a who-oh-oh
Woody's jumpin on a train
And a box car in the rain
Under one big sky
Wipes the dust out of his eye
He's out here seeking truth
His guitar's cuttin loose
A dust bowl astray, on a ribbon of highway

He's an oky locomotive rider,
singing, thinking freedom fighter
sketching lyric pictures of this land
He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic, profit,entertainer
Woody Guthrie, working man

Under California skies, okies are working
or just getting by
In the orchard, on the radio
There's a voice there, that's giving them hope

He's an oky locomotive rider,
singing, thinking freedom fighter
sketching lyric pictures of this land
He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic, profit,entertainer
Woody Guthrie, working man

He wrote songs on the isle
That made us children and Pete Seager smile
Songs for workers on the Grand Cooley Dam

For soldiers of war and for old uncle sam

He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic, profit,entertainer
sketching lyric pictures of this land
He's an oky locomotive rider,
singing, thinking freedom fighter
Woody Guthrie, working man

He was born in the old dust bowl
A red dirt cowboy with a child like soul
From New York to the Rio Grande
He kept on singing all the way to California
This land is your land,

He's an oky locomotive rider,
singing, thinking freedom fighter
sketching lyric pictures of this land
He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic, profit,entertainer
Woody Guthrie, working man

He's an oky locomotive rider,
singing, thinking freedom fighter
sketching lyric pictures of this land
He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic, profit,entertainer
Woody Guthrie, working man



Thanks to GP for correcting these lyrics