Woody Guthrie

Woody Guthrie,
where are you now?
with your dust covered boots,
and your old flop hat.

your rusted strings
ringing out freedom
for all to hear...
your words exposing fascists....

your heart free as the sky...
Woody Guthrie,
tell me which way to turn....
those dust covered roads

filled with the lost again...
aint no more trains to hop,
aint no work to find....
and the armed thugs are coming

to take us away...
Woody Guthrie,
tell me what to say...,
make me hard and soft,

make me know when to pray.
and if we be the children
of this land free and wide....
help me know how to tell them

all i'm feeling inside....
Woody Guthrie,
the fire's gone down low,
walk with me down this lonesome road!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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