Тексты песен Woody Guthrie

DEPORTEES by Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border To take all their money to wade b

Hey lolly lolly lolly hey lolly lolly lolly low A married man will keep your secret a single boy will talk about you A playin' man will keep your secret a quiet man will talk about you Well, a marrie

“Pick It Up” from Songs to Grow On for Mother and Child I dropped my thumb, pick it up, pick it up (x3) And put it back with my fingers I dropped my candy, pick it up, pick it up (x3) And throw it awa

Root hog and die, friend, root hog and die, Gotta get to Boston, root hog and die. Sacco and Vanzetti die at sundown tonight, So I've got to get to Boston, root hog and die. Train wheel can roll me, c

This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon

Last night or the night before that, I won't say which night A seaman friend of mine, I'll not say which seaman, Walked up to a big old building, I won't say which building, And would not have walked