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Guthrie
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands has hoed My poor feet has traveled a hot dusty road Out of your dustbowl and westward we rode And your deserts was hot and your mountains was cold. I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes I slept on the ground in the light of the moon On the edge of the city you'll see us and then We come with the dust and we go with the wind. California, Arizona, I make all your crops Well it's up north to Oregon to gather your hops, Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine To set on your table your light sparkling wine. Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down Every state in this Union us migrants has been We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win. It's always we ramble that river and I All along your green valley I will work until I die. My land I'll defend with my life if need be 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free. |
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Guthrie-Hays
I'm blowing down this old dusty road I'm blowing down this old dusty road I'm blowing down this old dusty road I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. They say I'm a dust bowl refugee They say I'm a dust bowl refugee They say I'm a dust bowl refugee And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. I'm going where them dust storms never blow I'm going where them dust storms never blow Yes I'm going where them dust storms never blow, Lord, Lord, And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. I'm going where the water tastes like wine I'm going where the water tastes like wine I'm going where the water tastes like wine, I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord, And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. I'm looking for a job with honest pay I'm looking for a job with honest pay I'm looking for a job with honest pay, Lord, Lord, I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. Well, I'm a-going down this old dusty road Yes, I'm going down this old dusty road I'm going down this old dusty road And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way. |
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Guthrie
Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen 'Twas there that he got his parole After four long years on a man killing charge Tom Joad came a-walking down the road, poor boy, Tom Joad came a-walking down the road. It was there that he found him a truck driving man, It was there that he caught him a ride. He said, "I just got loose from McAlester pen On a charge called homicide, great God, A charge called homicide." The truck rolled away in a big cloud of dust And Tommy turned his face towards home. He met Preacher Casey and they had a little drink And he found out his family they was gone, Tom Joad, He found out his family they was gone. He found his mother's old-fashioned shoes He found his daddy's hat He found little Muley and little Muley said, "They've been tractored out by the cats, Tom, They've been tractored out by the cats." Then Tom he walked to the neighboring farm, He found his family. They took Preacher Casey and they loaded in the car And his mama said, "We got to get away, Tom." His mama said, "We got to get away". The twelve of the Joads made a mighty heavy load And grandpa Joad, he cried. He picked up a handful of land in his hand, He said, "I'm sticking with my farm until I die." He said, "I'm sticking with my farm until I die." They fed him spare ribs and coffee and soothing syrup And grandpa Joad, he died. We buried grandpa Joad on the Oklahoma road And grandma on the California side And grandma on the California side. We stood on a mountain and we looked to the West, It looked like the Promised Land. Was a big green valley with a river running through And there was work for every single hand, we thought, Work for every single hand. The Joads rolled in to the Jungle Camp, It was there that they cooked them a stew And the hungry little kids in the Jungle Camp Said, "We'd like to have some, too, Yes, we'd like to have some, too." A deputy sheriff fired loose at a man, He shot a woman in the back, But before he could take his aim again It was Preacher Casey dropped him in his tracks, Good boy, Preacher Casey dropped him in his tracks. Well, they handcuffed Casey and they took him to jail And then he got away. He met Tom Joad by the old river bridge And these few words he did say, Preacher Casey, These few words he did say: "Well, I preached for the Lord a mighty long time, I preached about the rich and the poor, But us workin' folks has got to stick together Or we ain't got a chance anymore, God knows, We ain't got a chance anymore." Then the deputies come and Tom and Casey run To the place where the water run down And the vigilante bug hit Casey with a club And he laid Preacher Casey on the ground And he laid Preacher Casey on the ground. Tom Joad he grabbed the deputy's club, He banged it down on his head When Tommy took flight in that dark and rainy night Was a preacher and a deputy lying dead, two men, A preacher and a deputy lying dead. Tommy went back to where his mama was asleep, He woke her up out of bed. He kissed goodbye to the mother that he loved And he said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad, He said what Preacher Casey said. Everybody might be just one big soul It looks that-a way to me So everywhere you look in the day or night That's where I'm gonna be, Ma, That's where I'm gonna be. Wherever little kids are hungry and cry, Wherever people ain't free, Wherever men are fighting for their rights That's where I'm gonna be, Ma, That's where I'm gonna be. |
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The Almanac Singers
Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James ? Manned by hard fighting men of both honor and fame She flew the Stars and Stripes of the Land of the Free But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea. Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James ? What were their names, tell me what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James ? 'Twas there in the dark of that uncertain night That we watched for the U-boats and waited for a fight. Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion roar And they laid the Reuben James on the cold ocean floor. Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James ? What were their names, tell me what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James ? Now tonight there are lights in our country so bright. In the farms and the cities they are telling of this fight. Now our mighty battleships will steam the bounding main And remember the name of the good Reuben James. Tell me what were their names, what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James ? What were their names, tell me what were their names, Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James ? |
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Guthrie
Come gather round me children, A story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, It was a Saturday afternoon, His wife beside him in the wagon As into town they rode. There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language And his wife she overheard. Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain And the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down. Then he took to the trees and timbers And he lived a life of shame, Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name. Yes he took to the trees and timbers On that Canadian River's shore And Pretty Boy found a welcome At many a farmer's door. There's many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little home. Mothers tell you 'bout a stranger That came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin Left a thousand dollar bill. Now as through the world I ramble I see lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun Some with a fountain pen. But as through life you travel, Yes, as through life you roam, You'll never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home. |
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Guthrie
Oh the lonesomest sound, boys I ever heard sound, boys, On the stroke of midnight Hear the curfew blow. My body will hang, boys, On the hangman's rope, boys, On the gallows pole, boys, When the curfew blows. Hear the curfew blowin' Hear the curfew blowin' In the cold black midnight Hear the curfew blow. The sheriff's men, boys, Are on my trail, boys, In the midnight wind, boys, Hear the curfew blow. And when they catch me My body will hang, boys, On the gallows pole, boys, When the curfew blows. Hear the curfew blowin' Hear the curfew blowin' In the cold black midnight Hear the curfew blow. I never really knew Woody Guthrie, but I can't help to feel that somehow I always knew Woody. This record is a collection of songs I just naturally learned and loved in my early years of playing and singing. Woody said that he wanted to be known as "the man who told you something you already knew". And for me, this is a clue into the beauty and the genius of Woody Guthrie. For he was just an ordinary man ? he made all the mistakes, had all the vices, all the good and the bad things that every ordinary person has. He never gave you the feeling that he was better than you in anyway, and he never gave you the feeling that he was worse than you ? but that he loved you because you were just like him, he was just like you. Somehow without thinking he capped the reality and the dream of what it meant to be an american. |
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Guthrie
As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that golden valley 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 Gulfstream waters This land was made for you and me. I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding "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 Gulfstream waters This land was made for you and me. |
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