Ellis Paul - Woody Guthrie, Working Man lyrics

Woody's jumping on a train In a boxcar in the rain Under one big sky Wipes the dust out of his eye He's out here seeking truth His guitar's cutting loose A Dustbowl stray On the ribbon of highway Uh-o-o He's an Okie locomotive rider Singing, thinking, freedom fighter Sketching lyric pictures of this land He's a poet, picker, writer, painter Mystic, prophet entertainer Woody Guthrie, Working Man! Under California skies, Okies were broken Or just getting by In the orchards 'round their radio There's a voice there that's giving them hope He wrote songs out on Coney Isle That made his children and Pete Seeger smile Songs for workers, and the Grand Coulee Dam For soldiers of war, and for old Uncle Sam He was born in the old Dust Bowl A red 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"