jesus and woody

well bring your old guitar and sit here by me

round the heavenly throne

drag out your oklahoma poetry

'cause it looks like the war is on

and i don't mean a war for oil

or gold

or trivial things of that kind

but i heard the news

the vigilante man

is on the move this time

so sing me a song 'bout this land is your land

and fascists bound to lose

you were a dreamer

mr. guthrie

and i was a dreamer too

once i spoke of a love for those who hate

it requires effort and strain

vengeance casts a false shadow of justice

which leads to destruction and pain

some say i was a friend to sinners

but by now you know it's true

guess i like sinners better than fascists

and i guess that makes me a dreamer too

in the year of 1945

you saw the killers fall

many fought and died

but it's the innocent ones i most recall

well i've been the savior

now

for such a long time

and i've seen it all before

you good people better get together

or you ain't got a chance anymore

now they're starting up their engine of hate

don't it make you feel lonesome and blue?

yes i was a dreamer

mr. guthrie

and you were a dreamer too