Letter to Woody

Tell me Woody Guthrie just what it’s coming to
When you were kicking up the dust did you learn to make it through?
Did you know that when you sang we’d be singing back to you?
Dust is coming back it’s shaking down the door
Winds are blowing hot air across the State House floor
Your guitar has got a message- «We won’t take it anymore»
Tell me Woody Guthrie just how it was to you
When you were on them rutted rails did you learn to ride them through?
Did you know that when you sang we’d be singing back to you?
Politicians tell us it’s all inside our brains
They’re pointing fingers saying that the media is to blame
But they’re voting on our lives, on our families, on our land
Tell me Woody Guthrie just how it was to you
When your job was underpaid did they overwork you too?
Did you know that when you sand we’d be singing back to you?
They laid us off and blame it on a poor economy
But the boss is driving by in the nicest car I’ve seen
They better be afraid come the next election day
There’s twisters on the interstate and earthquakes shake the ground
There’s flooding on the plains when the harvest comes around
Well tell me Woody Guthrie when are you coming back around?
When you coming back around?
When you coming back around?