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By Woody Guthrie, Take a trip with me in 1913
To Calumet, Michigan, in
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By Woody Guthrie, Friend of mine bought an automobile
At a dollar down and
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By Woody Guthrie, Ach hätte ich ein Bierchen,Ich tränke es am Morgen,Ich tränke
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By Woody Guthrie, ItÂ's aginst thÂ' law to walk, ItÂ's aginst thÂ' law
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By Woody Guthrie, I'm a-going down this old dusty road
I'm a-going down this
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By Woody Guthrie, There's an airline plane
Flies to Heaven every day
Past them pearly
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By Woody Guthrie, My mommy told me an' the teacher told me, too,
There's
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By Woody Guthrie, I'm gonna tell you fascists
You may be surprised
The people in
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By Woody Guthrie, Sometimes I think IÂ'm gonna lose my mind
But it donÂ't
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By Woody Guthrie, At my window sad & lonely
Oftimes do I think of
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By Woody Guthrie, Make me a bed right down on your floor
Make me
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By Woody Guthrie, Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since
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By Woody Guthrie, (The Great Historical Bum)
I'm just a lonesome traveler, The Great
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By Woody Guthrie, I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll
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By Woody Guthrie, The birds are singing
In your eyes today;
The flowers blooming in
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By Woody Guthrie, Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
Honey
Theres a
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By Woody Guthrie, One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes
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By Woody Guthrie, Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
Please
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By Woody Guthrie, Bury me beneath the willow
'Neath that weeping willow tree
When she
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By Woody Guthrie, How many hundred
Does it take
To grab me down
That Cadillac eight?
Cadillac
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By Woody Guthrie, I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed
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By Woody Guthrie, Let's have Christ our President
Let us have him for our
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By Woody Guthrie, Oh mama oh mama,
Come wash my face 3x
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By Woody Guthrie, Way down in Columbus Georgia
Lord I wish I was back
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By Woody Guthrie, Eats an' drinks an' smokes are gone,
Ice on th'steps an'
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By Woody Guthrie, I went down to the railroad yard, watch that train
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By Woody Guthrie, Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal
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By Woody Guthrie, Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home
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By Woody Guthrie, Chorus:
Don't you push me, push me, push me,
Don't you push
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By Woody Guthrie, I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl