Текст песни
Woody 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 cuttin loose
A dust bowl stray
On a ribbon of highway
He's an Okie locomotive rider
Singin' thinkin' freedom fighter
Sketchin' lyric pictures of his land
He's a poet picker writer painter
Mystic prophet entertainer
Woody Guthrie workin' man
Under California skies
Okies were broken or just getting by
In the orchard round the radio
There's a voice there that's giving em hope
He's an Okie locomotive rider
Singin' thinkin' freedom fighter
Sketchin' lyric pictures of his land
He's a poet picker writer painter
Mystic prophet entertainer
Woody Guthrie workin' man
He wrote songs out on Coney Isle
That made his children and Pete Seeger smile
Songs for workers in the Grand Coulee Dam
For soldiers of war and for old Uncle Sam
He's an Okie locomotive rider
Singin' thinkin' freedom fighter
Sketchin' lyric pictures of his land
He's a poet picker writer painter
Mystic prophet entertainer
Woody Guthrie workin' man
He was born in the old dust bowl
A red dirt cowboy with a childlike soul
From New York to the Rio Grande
He kept on singin' all the way to California
This land is your land
He's an Okie locomotive rider
Singin' thinkin' freedom fighter
Sketchin' lyric pictures of his land
He's a poet picker writer painter
Mystic prophet entertainer
Woody Guthrie workin' man
He's an Okie locomotive rider
Singin' thinkin' freedom fighter
Sketchin' lyric pictures of his land
He's a poet picker writer painter
Mystic prophet entertainer
Woody Guthrie workin' man