times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on 2 separate river bottoms. I chopped and I carried 314 arm loads of stoved wood
go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn
Take a trip with me in 1913, To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country. I will take you to a place called Italian Hall, Where the miners are having
There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say, Some folks will criticize me. So I'm gonna do just what I want to anyway, And don't care if you all
It's aginst th' law to walk, It's aginst th' law to talk It's against th' law to loaf, It's aginst th' law to work It's aginst th' law to read, It's
There's an airline plane Flies to Heaven every day Past them pearly gates If you want to ride this train Have your ticket in your hand Before it is too
My mommy told me an' the teacher told me, too, There's all kinds of work that I can do: Dry my dishes, sweep my floor, But if we all work together it
I've gambled down in the town of Newport News The more I gamble, boys, the more I lose Baltimore to Washington Oh Baltimore to Washington Oh Baltimore
I'm gonna tell you fascists You may be surprised The people in this world Are getting organized You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose Race
(Hank Williams) In the world's mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there
All ya gotta do is touch me, touch me; All ya gotta do is touch me good. All ya gotta do is touch me, touch me; All ya gotta do is touch me good. All
I'm just a lonesome traveler, The Great Historical Bum. Highly educated from history I have come. I built the Rock of Ages, 'twas in the Year of One
Make me a bed right down on your floor, Make me a bed right down on your floor, I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor. I'm a poor lonesome boy, I'
Went up on the mountain Just to give my horn a blow Thought I heard my true love say Yonder comes my beau [Chorus:] Bile them Cabbage down Turn them
The birds are singing In your eyes today; The flowers blooming in your smile; The wind and sun Are in the words you say; Where might your lonesome lover
Been out an Ocean trip Now we're heading home It takes a salty sailor To sing this sailor song... I know that in the morning The Captain he will say
Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field Honey Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field Baby Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind But it don't look like I ever do I loved so many people everywhere I went Some too much, others not enough