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Woody Guthrie: This Land

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 this land was made for you and me.  

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Woody Guthrie: Most Times

Most times When I catch myself Thinkin about you An That’s Most times Seems like I wanta get it out Some way Just Sorta Some way I get to just lookin around At things you laid your hand on An … Continue reading

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