Testo Woody G

His guitar was his tool They took him for a fool For the workers and the poor He was always on tour And he sang freedom He just went at random He was the best mouthpiece Of love, justice and peace He lived on trains He had brains He had no property Except for poverty His land was his house He lived from hand to mouth His poems were his pikes All he did was hitch-hike Hit the road and support People of all sorts He knew no boundaries Just like in the prairies The bosses, the fascists Feared him and his hits If you follow the rail Hit the Oregon trail from California west To the red-wood forests PONT From the house in New Orleans You'll see this land was his Till he lay in a bed Half crazy and half dead If there's a heaven You must be a raven Disturbing the rich up there Your work goes on everywhere Many others followed In your footsteps and fought We're riding on your train It was not all in vain If you see us down here Just smile, don't shed no tears 'Cause you're bound for glory We've learnt from you, Woody