Biography:
Woodrow Wilson "Woody" Guthrie (July 14, 1912–October 3, 1967) was an American songwriter and folk musician. Guthrie's musical legacy consists of hundreds of songs, ballads and improvised works covering topics from political themes to traditional songs to children's songs. Guthrie performed continually throughout his life with his guitar frequently displaying the slogan "This Machine Kills Fascists". Guthrie is perhaps best known for his song "This Land Is Your Land", which is regularly sung in American schools.
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Other songs:
- 1913 Massacre
- All You Fascists
- Bad Lee Brown Cocaine Blues
- Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad
- Hobo's Lullaby
- Hobos Lullaby
- Jesus Christ
- This Land Is Your Land
- Tom Joad
- A Picture From Lifes Other Side
- Baltimore To Washington
- Biggest Thing Man Has Ever Done
- Blowin Down That Old Dusty Road
- Blowin Down This Old Dusty Road
- Brown Eyes
- Danville Girl
- Deportee
- Do Re Mi
- Dust Bowl Refugee
- Dust Cant Kill Me
- God Blessed America For Me
- Grand Coulee Dam
- Greenback Dollar
- Gypsy Davy
- Hard Aint It Hard
- Hard Times
- Hard Travelin
- Hard Travellin
- I Aint Got No Home
- Ive Got To Know
- Jarama Valley
- Jessie James
- Jolly Banker
- Little Black Train
- Lonesome Day
- Ludlow Massacre
- Mail Myself To You
- Miss Pavlichenko
- My Revolutionary Mind
- Oregon Trail
- Pastures Of Plenty
- Philadelphia Lawyer
- Portland Town
- Pretty Boy Floyd
- Ramblin Round
- Riding In My Car
- Roll On Columbia
- Slipknot Hangknot Slipknot
- Snow Deer
- So Long Its Been Good
- So Long Its Been Good To Know You
- Stepstone
- Talking Dust Bowl Blues
- The Ballad Of John Henry
- The Rangers Command
- The Sinking Of The Reuben James
- Theres More Pretty Girls Than One
- This Train Is Bound For Glory
- Train 45
- Two Good Men
- Vigilante Man
- What Are We Waiting On
- Wreck Of The Old 97
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Pretty Boy Floyd
Woodie Guthrie
E E7 A E
Come and gather 'round me, children, a story I will tell
A E B7 E
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in the wagon, as into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude,
Using vulgar words of anger, and his wife, she overheard.
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun,
And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down.
Then he took to the trees and timber to life a life of shame,
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name.
Yes, he took to the river bottom along the river shore,
And pretty Boy found a welcome at every farmer's door.
The papers said that Pretty Boy had robbed a bank each day,
While he was setting in some farmhouse, three hundred miles away.
There's many a starving farmer the same old story told,
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home.
Others tell you 'bout a stranger that come to beg a meal,
And underneath his napkin lift a thousand-dollar bill.
It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Dayu,
There came a whole carload of groceries with a note to say:
'You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief,
Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief.'
Yes, as through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men,
Some will rob you with a six gun, and some with a fountain pen.
But as through your life you'll travel, wherever you may roam,
You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.
Woodie Guthrie
E E7 A E
Come and gather 'round me, children, a story I will tell
A E B7 E
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in the wagon, as into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude,
Using vulgar words of anger, and his wife, she overheard.
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun,
And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down.
Then he took to the trees and timber to life a life of shame,
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name.
Yes, he took to the river bottom along the river shore,
And pretty Boy found a welcome at every farmer's door.
The papers said that Pretty Boy had robbed a bank each day,
While he was setting in some farmhouse, three hundred miles away.
There's many a starving farmer the same old story told,
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home.
Others tell you 'bout a stranger that come to beg a meal,
And underneath his napkin lift a thousand-dollar bill.
It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Dayu,
There came a whole carload of groceries with a note to say:
'You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief,
Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief.'
Yes, as through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men,
Some will rob you with a six gun, and some with a fountain pen.
But as through your life you'll travel, wherever you may roam,
You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.
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