Woody Guthrie, Working Man

A-who, a-who, a-who, a who-oh-oh

Would they jump in on a train

And a box car in the rain

And the one bakes sky

Wipes the dust out of his eyes

He's out here shaking truth

His guitar's gotten loose

A dust full of stray, on a ribbon of highway

He's an oky locomotive

Rider, singing, freedom fighter

Snatching lyric pictures of this land

He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer

Woody guthrie, working man

Under california skies, are broken

Are just getting by

In the orchard, round the radio

There's a voice there, it's giving them hope

He's an oky locomotive

Rider, singing, freedom fighter

Snatching lyric pictures of this land

He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer

Woody guthrie, working man

Even wrote song on a island

That made us smile

Songs for workers and the

For soldiers of war and for old uncle sam

He's an oky locomotive

Rider, singing, freedom fighter

Snatching lyric pictures of this land

He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer

Woody guthrie, working man

He was born in the old

A dirt cowboy with a child like soul

From new york to the rio grande

He kept on singing all the way to california

This land is your land,

He's an oky locomotive

Rider, singing, freedom fighter

Snatching lyric pictures of this land

He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer

Woody guthrie, working man