The Quick and the Dead On Tour

I hope to heaven that when I die I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky and then upon a dust-bowl cloud we'll find the grace to sing aloud, and that the Heavens won't debar the using of a stringed guitar, though usually the angel choir prefers to play the harp or lyre. When Woody asks how things have bin in the world of strife and sin, I'll say spud soup's 'bout just as thin as when on earth he still could sing. (Them politicians can see through it Like a lump of mama's suet) Robbers at home less often use the six gun than back then for they prefer the gentle ruse and still the fountain pen, and still the fountain pen. Mick Jagger and Bob Dylan, may join us by and by, And though they sure are getting on, may they live long ere they die, may they live long ere they die. And then we'll do an earthbound tour, in stadium, field or sewer, for like Joe Hill we'll return from grave or tomb or dusty urn as long as workers claim their right and songsters yet acclaim their fight. till everything is globalized and unions have been pulverized. Till then, till then, we'll sing along, till then we'll sing our song.