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 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 --- Jesus and Woody - Ry Cooder