Biografía:
Woodrow Wilson Guthrie (Okemah, Oklahoma, 14 de julio de 1912 – Nueva York, 3 de octubre de 1967), conocido como Woody Guthrie, fue un prolífico e influyente músico folk estadounidense, gran identificación con la gente común, los pobres y los oprimidos, así como por su odio al fascismo y la explotación. su canción «This Land Is Your Land»inspirada en sus experiencias viajando por todos los Estados Unidos. En los últimos versos de la canción, Guthrie protestaba contra las desigualdades sociales.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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G
It was early springtime when the strike was on
C G
They drove us miners out of doors
C G
Out from the houses that the company owned
D7 G
We moved into tents up at old Ludlow
I was worried bad about my children
Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge
Every once in a while a bullet would fly
Kick up gravel under our feet
We were so afraid you’d kill our children
Dug us a cave that was seven foot deep
Carried our young ones and a pregnant women
Down inside the cave to sleep
That very night you soldiers waited
‘Till all us miners was a sleep
You snuck around our little tent town
Soaked our tents with your kerosene
You struck a match and the blaze it started
You pulled the triggers of your Gatling guns
I made a run for the children but the firewall stopped me
Thirteen children died from your gun
I carried my blanket to a wire-fence corner
Watched the fire ‘till the blaze died down
I helped some people drag their belongings
While your bullets killed us all around
I never will forget the look on the faces
Of the men and women on that awful day
When we stood around to preach their funeral
And lay the corpses of the dead away
We told the Colorado governor to phone the president
Tell him call off his national guard
But the national guard belonged to the governor
So he didn’t try so very hard
Our women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes
Up to Wallensburg in a little cart
They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back
And they put a gun in every hand
The state soldiers jumped us in the wire-fence corners
Did not know that we had these guns
And the redneck miners mowed down them troopers
You should of seen them poor boys run
We took some cement and walled the cave up
Where you killed these thirteen children inside
I said, “God bless the mine workers’ union”
And I hung my head and cried
G
It was early springtime when the strike was on
C G
They drove us miners out of doors
C G
Out from the houses that the company owned
D7 G
We moved into tents up at old Ludlow
I was worried bad about my children
Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge
Every once in a while a bullet would fly
Kick up gravel under our feet
We were so afraid you’d kill our children
Dug us a cave that was seven foot deep
Carried our young ones and a pregnant women
Down inside the cave to sleep
That very night you soldiers waited
‘Till all us miners was a sleep
You snuck around our little tent town
Soaked our tents with your kerosene
You struck a match and the blaze it started
You pulled the triggers of your Gatling guns
I made a run for the children but the firewall stopped me
Thirteen children died from your gun
I carried my blanket to a wire-fence corner
Watched the fire ‘till the blaze died down
I helped some people drag their belongings
While your bullets killed us all around
I never will forget the look on the faces
Of the men and women on that awful day
When we stood around to preach their funeral
And lay the corpses of the dead away
We told the Colorado governor to phone the president
Tell him call off his national guard
But the national guard belonged to the governor
So he didn’t try so very hard
Our women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes
Up to Wallensburg in a little cart
They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back
And they put a gun in every hand
The state soldiers jumped us in the wire-fence corners
Did not know that we had these guns
And the redneck miners mowed down them troopers
You should of seen them poor boys run
We took some cement and walled the cave up
Where you killed these thirteen children inside
I said, “God bless the mine workers’ union”
And I hung my head and cried
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