Woody

Now the first time I saw Woody he was standing in our yard

In the spring time 1935, was pouring down real hard

He said I’ll pay for room and board, maybe a month or two

My name’s Widrow Guthrie and I’m just rambling through

But call me Woody, my friends all do

If you call me Woody I might sing a little song for you

Now it was just my mom and me, a big house all alone

My daddy had gone to fight a war just never made it home

But each night ole Woody played his guitar, make up songs to sing

And would sing that midnight special, we would make them rafters ling

And we’d get happy, but we understood

That times were hard but for a while life was good

Now mama, she took the Woody, said she like to sing in style

God, she looks so pretty

And Woody made her smile

Taught me how to cut some smoke and sing and play guitar

How to say a prayer to heaven and wish upon a star

Yea, I know Woody, mama have been rambling in the night

I was only 12 years old, I could see it in their eyes

Mama came to me one hot July day

Said our Woody’s leaving son and she wiped the tear away

And Woody said these rambling thievers are mighty heavy load

Then he picked up his guitar and his sack and rolled on down the road

Goodbye Woody, we know you feeling bad

Goodbye Woody, what a time we’ve had

Now many years come and gone and I’m old but still alive

My old mind is wondering back to the summer of ‘35

Time had taken everything but one thing I still own

I can still pick up my guitar and sing a Woody Guthrie song

This land is your land with do re mi

Let the midnight special shine his ever loving light on me

Hold on, it’s been good to know you

Cause I’m going down the road feeling bad with it