Woody G Songtext / Lyric

His guitar was his tool
They took him for a fool
For the workers and the poor
He was always on tour
And he sang freedom
He just went at random
He was the best mouthpiece
Of love, justice and peace

He lived on trains
He had brains

He had no property
Except for poverty
His land was his house
He lived from hand to mouth
His poems were his pikes
All he did was hitch-hike
Hit the road and support
People of all sorts

He knew no boundaries
Just like in the prairies
The bosses, the fascists
Feared him and his hits
If you follow the rail
Hit the Oregon trail
from California west
To the red-wood forests
PONT
From the house in New Orleans
You'll see this land was his
Till he lay in a bed
Half crazy and half dead
If there's a heaven
You must be a raven
Disturbing the rich up there
Your work goes on everywhere


Many others followed
In your footsteps and fought
We're riding on your train
It was not all in vain
If you see us down here
Just smile, don't shed no tears
'Cause you're bound for glory
We've learnt from you, Woody