Paroles de 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