Chordproc: Woody Guthrie

Woody Guthrie


  1. 1913 Massacre
  2. Deportees
  3. Do Re Mi
  4. Grand Coulee Dam
  5. Hard Travelin'
  6. I Ain't Got No Home
  7. Pastures Of Plenty
  8. Pretty Boy Floyd
  9. Ramblin Down Through The World
  10. This Land Is Your Land

1913 Massacre

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Take a trip with me in 1913
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To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country
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I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
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Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball I'll take you indoor, and up a high stair There's singin' and dancin', it's heard everywhere I'll let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance round the big Christmas tree There's singin' and dancin' and songs in the air An' the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere Before you know, you're friends with us all And you're dancin' around and around in the hall You ask about work and you ask about pay They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day Just workin' the copper claims, riskin' their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives A little girl sits by the Christmas tree lights To play piano, she gotta keep quiet To hear all this fun you would not realize That the copper-boss thug-men are millin' outside The copper-thugs stuck their heads through the door One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire!" A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing! Keep on with your party, there's no such thing" A few people rushed, and it's only a few "It's just the scabs and the thugs foolin' you" A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down But the thugs held the door and he could not get out And then others followed, a hundred or more But most everybody remained on the floor The scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their joke And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door Such a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their spree And the children that died there were seventy-three The piano played a slow funeral tune But the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon The parents they weep and the miners they moan "See what your greed for money has done"



Deportees

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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
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The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
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They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border
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To take all their money to wade back again
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
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Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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All they will call you will be, "Deportees" My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters came workin' the fruit trees They rode the big trucks 'till they laid down and died Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be, "Deportees" The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightnin' an' it shook all the hills Who are these comrades, they're dying like the dry leaves? The radio tells me, "They're just deportees" We died in your hills and we died in your deserts We died in your valleys, we died in your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath your bushes Both sides of the river we died just the same Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be, "Deportees" Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To die like the dry leaves and rot on my topsoil And be known by no name except "deportee" Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be, "Deportees" All they will call you will be, "Deportees"



Do Re Mi

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Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
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Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
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'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
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They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
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Now, the police at the port of entry say "You're number fourteen thousand for today"
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Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks
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You ain't got the do re mi Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas
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Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
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California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
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But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
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If you ain't got the do re mi
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You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm
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Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea
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Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are
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Better take this little tip from me
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'Cause I look through the want ads every day But the headlines on the papers always say:
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Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, boys
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You ain't got the do re mi Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas
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Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
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California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
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But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
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If you ain't got the do re mi



Grand Coulee Dam

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Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell
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Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well
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But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land
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That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam She come up the Canadian Rockies where the crystal waters glide Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet that salty tide From the great Pacific Ocean to where the sun sets in the west That big Grand Coulee country in that land I love the best In the misty glitter of that wild and windward spray Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave Once she tore men's boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream That day that Coulee dam went across that wild and restless stream Oh Uncle Sam took up the notion in the year of thirty three For the factory and the farmer and for all of you and me He said: roll it on Columbia, you can roll out to the sea But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum Always a flying fortress to blast for Uncle Sam That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee dam Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam



Hard Travelin'

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Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed
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I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road
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I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
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An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord Oh, I've been ridin' them blind passengers, I thought you knowed I've been ridin' in fast wheelers, way down the road Blind passengers, flat wheelers, dead enders, kicking up cinders An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord Ooh, I've been workin' in a hard rock tunnel, I thought you knowed I've been pourin' red hot slag way down the road I've been a-blastin' an' I've been firin' an' I've been pourin' the red hot iron An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord Oh, I've been walkin' that Lincoln Highway, I thought you knowed I've been hitchin' on the '66, way down the road Heavy load, a worried man, I'm a-lookin' for a woman that's a-hard to find I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord Oh, I've been hittin' some hard harvestin', I thought you knowed North Dakota to Kansas City way down the road Bunchin' that wheat an' stacking that hay, trying to make about a dollar a day An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord Oh, I've been locked in a hard rock jail, I thought you knowed I've been layin' out ninety days, way down the road The mean old judge he says to me, "That's a-ninety days for vagrancy" An' I've been hittin' some hard travelin', Lord Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed I've been hittin' some hard travelin', way down the road I've been hittin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin' An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord



I Ain't Got No Home

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I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round
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A hard working ramblin' man, and I go from town to town
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Police make it hard wherever I may go
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And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
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I ain't got no home in this world anymore I was farmin' on the shares, always I was poor My crops I'd lay away into the banker's store My wife she took down and died upon the cabin floor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round A hard working ramblin' man, and I go from town to town Police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home in this world anymore Well, as I look around, it's mighty plain to see This wide open world, she's a funny old place to be The gamblin' man is rich, the workin' man is poor And I ain't got no home in this world anymore I ain't got no home in this world anymore My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod Rich man took my home and drove me from my door And I ain't got no home in this world anymore



Pastures Of Plenty

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It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
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My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
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Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
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And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
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California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
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Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
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Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
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To set on your table your light sparkling wine
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I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
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I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
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Every state in the Union us migrants have been
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We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win
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I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
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I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
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Wherever your crops are, I'll lend you my hand
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I'll ramble all over your green growing land
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Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
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From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
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Every state in the Union us migrants have been
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We come with the dust and we go with the wind
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It's always we rambled, that river and I
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All along your green valley, I will work till I die
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This land I'll defend with my life if need be
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Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free



Pretty Boy Floyd

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If you'll gather 'round me, people
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A story I will tell
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About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
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Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon And into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language An' his wife she overheard Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain And the deputy grabbed his gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Now he took to the hills and timber To live the life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name He took to the trees and timber On the Canadian river shore And Pretty Boy found a welcome At every farmer's door But a many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes Others tell you of a stranger That come to beg a meal And underneath the napkin Left a thousand dollar bill T'was in Oklahoma City It was on a Christmas Day There come a whole car load of groceries And a letter that did say: You say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Well, here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief Well, as through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen But as through this world you ramble As through this world you roam You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home



Ramblin Down Through The World

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Well, I'm just-a one of them ramblin' boys
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Ramblin' round and makin' noise
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Sometimes lonely, sometimes blue
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Noone knows it better than you Ramlin' round ramblin' twirl Ramblin' down through the world Ramlin' down ramblin' twirl Ramblin' down through the world



This Land Is Your Land

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As I went walking, that ribbon of highway
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I saw above me that endless skyway
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I saw below me that golden valley
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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 Gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me I've roamed and rambled, and I've followed my footsteps To the sunny bright sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice came a-singing Singing, "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 Gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me It was early one morning, and I was a-strolling With the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting, a voice comes chanting This land is your land, 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 Nobody living can ever stop me As I go walking my freedom highway Nobody living can make me turn back 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 Gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me