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