WOODY GUTHRIE

Left wing, chicken wing, it don't make no difference to me.

If you play more than two chords, you're showing off.

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 like to write about wherever I happen to be.

There's several ways of saying what's on your mind. And in states and counties where it ain't too healthy to talk too loud, speak your mind, or even vote like you want to, folks have found other ways of getting the word around. One of the mainest ways is by singing.

I got started in Oklahoma. That's where I was born. Population down there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.

I ain't a Communist necessarily, but I been in the red all my life.

Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to ride it like you find it. You got to change with it. If a day goes by that don't change some of your old notions for new ones, that is just about like trying to milk a dead cow.

This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin' it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don't give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do

One bright sunny morning In the shadow of the steeple By the Relief Office I saw my people-- As they stood hungry I stood there wondering If God blessed America for me.

This machine kills Fascists!!

Anything that is worth struggling for is worth singing for.

Now as through this world I ramble, I see lots of funny men, Some rob you with a six gun, And some with a fountain pen.

Love is the only medicine I believe in.

As I went walking That ribbon of highway I saw above me The endless skyway I saw below me The lonesome valley This land was made for you and me.

I love a good man outside the law, just as much as I hate a bad man inside the law.

If we fix it so's you can't make money on war, we'll all forget what we're killing folks for.

The best way to get to know any bunch of people is to go and listen to their music.

You can't write a good song about a whorehouse unless you've been in one.

Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of '33 For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me. He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble to the sea, But river while you're ramblin' you can do some work for me."

One day we'll all find out that all of our songs was just little notes in a great big song!

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes. I slept on the ground in the light of the moon. On the edge of the city you'll see us and then, we come with the dust and we go with the wind.

The words are the important thing. Don't worry about tunes. Take a tune, sing high when they sing low, sing fast when they sing slow, and you've got a new tune.