Biografia:
Woody Guthrie (Okemah, 5 de agosto de 1912 — Queens, 3 de outubro de1967) é considerado um dos nomes mais importantes em toda a história da cultura popular norte-americana.
Ele foi, praticamente, o criador da música country moderna, que ajudou a promover através de uma vida de andarilho, onde as recompensas financeiras eram quase sempre nulas.
Suas letras falavam por aqueles que não tinham voz na sociedade americana da época, como os negros, os caipiras, os operários e os bandidos.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse]
D G D
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
(D) A7 D
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
G D
You're flying them back to the Mexican border
(D) A7 D
To pay all their money, to wade back again
[Chorus]
(After each verse)
G D
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
A7 D
Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria
G D
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
A7 D
All they will call you will be deportee
2. My Father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
And they rode the truck till they took down and died
3. Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
4. We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys, and died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees, and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same
5. The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
6. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like like dry leaves, to rot on my topsoil
And to be called no name, except deportee.
D G D
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
(D) A7 D
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
G D
You're flying them back to the Mexican border
(D) A7 D
To pay all their money, to wade back again
[Chorus]
(After each verse)
G D
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
A7 D
Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria
G D
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
A7 D
All they will call you will be deportee
2. My Father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
And they rode the truck till they took down and died
3. Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
4. We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys, and died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees, and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same
5. The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
6. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like like dry leaves, to rot on my topsoil
And to be called no name, except deportee.
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