My tribute to Woody Guthrie.
The dust bowl troubadour.
Once when I was just a stud
I loved the folky crowd
I would listen well to Bob Dylan
[I immersed him in a shroud]
Then Donovan, and Joanie Baez
I loved them and their ways
Through Them I found my legend ‘Woody’
Oh, these were happy days.
Old Woody he inspired them all
All the folkies of that time
And me, I just adored the man
His rhythm and his rhyme
I love the things he sang about
That Dust bowl troubadour
Two thousand songs they say he wrote
Me-thinks it might be more.
As Woody rode those railways lines
He would fruit pick and he’d sing
He always carried his old guitar
As to poor folk he would bring
Sweet laughter and much happiness
For those his heart did touch
And all those dust bowl refugees
They loved this man so much
11 August 2013 @ 1332hrs.