A-who, a-who, a-who, a who-oh-oh
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Would they jump in on a train
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And a box car in the rain
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And the one bakes sky
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Wipes the dust out of his eyes
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He's out here shaking truth
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His guitar's gotten loose
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A dust full of stray, on a ribbon of highway
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He's an oky locomotive
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Rider, singing, freedom fighter
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Snatching lyric pictures of this land
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He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer
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Woody Guthrie, working man
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Under California skies, are broken
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Are just getting by
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In the orchard, round the radio
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There's a voice there, it's giving them hope
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He's an oky locomotive
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Rider, singing, freedom fighter
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Snatching lyric pictures of this land
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He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer
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Woody Guthrie, working man
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Even wrote song on a island
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That made us smile
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Songs for workers and the
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For soldiers of war and for old uncle sam
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He's an oky locomotive
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Rider, singing, freedom fighter
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Snatching lyric pictures of this land
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He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer
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Woody Guthrie, working man
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He was born in the old
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A dirt cowboy with a child like soul
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From New York to the Rio Grande
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He kept on singing all the way to California
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This land is your land,
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He's an oky locomotive
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Rider, singing, freedom fighter
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Snatching lyric pictures of this land
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He's a poet, picker, rider, painter, mystic public entertainer
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Woody Guthrie, working man X 2
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Woody Guthrie, Working Man
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