Woody Guthrie Contest
Song To Woody (Sorry, Bob)
the working man’s job was shipped overseas
you can’t make it far without the do-re-mi
the economy’s shot and the work is all gone
see what they’re greed for money has done
fightin’ a war and riskin’ their lives
i know, woody, you’d be on their side
dust bowls and oil, fathers and sons
see what they’re greed for money has done
can’t afford no medicine, just left there to die
i know, woody, you’d be on their side
the right to fair treatment, but only for some
see what they’re greed for money has done
we need you now, woody, more than ever before
we’ll take what you taught us and settle the score
we’ll have some hard travelin’, to get our relief
but… this land was made for you and me