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Hey Woody Guthrie I wish you could see how the
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highways roll by doors.
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The internet highways, subways, skyways and
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nobody’s hitching no more.
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When you’re rambling the hard times a gamble
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with minors and migrants of old.
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When you walk the line, you spoke your mind telling stories that had to be told.
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Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, we could sure
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use you once more.
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Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, the big dogs
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are back at the door.
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Pastures plenty and I’ve seen a many
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no faces appear at the door.
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The fields are all empty and these pastures are muddy because farms aren’t for people no more.
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Some are machines stealing away dream
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and genetics are the new golden doors.
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But the crops that we’re breeding I’ll never feed the corporate shun or the poor.
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Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, we could sure
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use you once more.
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Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, the big dogs
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are back at the door.
Solo
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As a whole generation that’s got no sensation
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of feeling part of it all.
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No sense of land and the advertising man has got brand new logos for all.
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There can be no denying that the farm fields are dying
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out here on suburbia's door
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Seems it’s taken our souls, and we’re loosing control, Woody we need you once more.
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Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, we could sure
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use you once more.
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Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, the big dogs
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are back at the door.
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Out here on the golden shores
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Yeah the big dogs are back at the door.