This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was
-de-la, yo-de-la) Bullseye, he's Woody's horse (He's a smart one) Pete the old prospector And Woody the man himself Of course It's time for Woody's roundup
my home Walkin' a road other men have gone down I'm seein' your world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey, Woody
to the dull and the dense And the lady woodpeckers long for Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho That's the Woody Woodpecker song Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Woody
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standin' at Or maybe it's the weather or somethin' like that But mama, you
Can you see me there when I'm standing alone? How did you know I needed you here? Can you feel the screams from the depths of my soul? Is that what makes
my waistband go snappy Sport'n a woody Sport'n a woody Sport'n a woody Sport'n a woody, for the rest of my life I'll be Sport'n a woody, when you're
know if I'm up or down I'm on fire Woody, Woody Boogie Woody, Woody Boogie Woody, get down tonight Woody, get down tonight We're on the go, Woody People
words and music by Woody Guthrie While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted to say that I always was a man to work. I was born working and
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Someone tell me, do you know Where did Allen Woody go and were you there? I was told with great remorse He fell off his rocking horse and landed in his
'Cause I think that Cleveland forgot And Memphis forgot Where they were coming from Do ya like it? Do ya like it like that? Do you like rapping the fat scat? Woody
either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie
But Woody's got a typewriter and it's his pride and joy Little Woody Allen's very shy, he wouldn't say boo, boo to a goose But Woody was a very simply
The end of the summer, down in New Orleans Should've called, got caught up in the scene Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't a damn thing right Gonna be comin'
Well, a curly-headed girl with a bright shining smile Heard the roar of a plane as it sailed through the sky To her playmates she said, with a bright
1) Green Douglas firs where the water cuts through Down the wild mountains and canyons she flew Canadian north-west to the ocean so blue It's roll on
