Woody Guthrie (singing)

Way up yonder on a mountain curve, it's way up yonder in the piney wood, and I give that rolling four to shove, and I was going to coast as far as I could. Commenced coasting, picking up speed. was a happy intern. I didn't make it. Man alive, I'm telling you, the fiddles and the guitars really flew. That Ford took off like a flying squirrel and it flew halfway around the world.

Way up yonder on a mountain curve, it's way up yonder in the piney wood, and I give that rolling four to shove, and I was going to coast as far as I could. Commenced coasting, picking up speed. was a happy intern. I didn't make it. Man alive, I'm telling you, the fiddles and the guitars really flew. That Ford took off like a flying squirrel and it flew halfway around the world.

Scattered wives and children all over the side of that mountain.

Scattered wives and children all over the side of that mountain.

If you'll gather round me, children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in his wagon as into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude. Vulgar words of anger and his wife she overheard. Pretty boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun.

If you'll gather round me, children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in his wagon as into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude. Vulgar words of anger and his wife she overheard. Pretty boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun.

In the fight that followed he laid that deputy down. Then he took to the trees and timber to live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name But a many a starving farmer the same old story told

In the fight that followed he laid that deputy down. Then he took to the trees and timber to live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name But a many a starving farmer the same old story told

How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little homes Others tell you about a stranger that come to beg a meal Underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill It was in Oklahoma City

How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little homes Others tell you about a stranger that come to beg a meal Underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill It was in Oklahoma City

It was on a Christmas day There was a whole carload of groceries Come with a note to say Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief Guess as through this world I've wandered

It was on a Christmas day There was a whole carload of groceries Come with a note to say Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief Guess as through this world I've wandered

I've seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen And as through your life you travel Yes, as through your life you roam You will never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home.

I've seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen And as through your life you travel Yes, as through your life you roam You will never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home.

Put it there, boy, and we'll show these fascists what a couple of hillbillies can do.

Put it there, boy, and we'll show these fascists what a couple of hillbillies can do.

I know the police cause you trouble. They cause trouble everywhere. But when you die and go to heaven, you'll find no policeman there. So go to sleep.

I know the police cause you trouble. They cause trouble everywhere. But when you die and go to heaven, you'll find no policeman there. So go to sleep.

Way up yonder on a mountain curve, it's way up yonder in the piney wood, and I give that rolling four to shove, and I was going to coast as far as I could. Commenced coasting, picking up speed. was a happy intern. I didn't make it. Man alive, I'm telling you, the fiddles and the guitars really flew. That Ford took off like a flying squirrel and it flew halfway around the world.

Scattered wives and children all over the side of that mountain.

If you'll gather round me, children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in his wagon as into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude. Vulgar words of anger and his wife she overheard. Pretty boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun.

In the fight that followed he laid that deputy down. Then he took to the trees and timber to live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name But a many a starving farmer the same old story told

How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little homes Others tell you about a stranger that come to beg a meal Underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill It was in Oklahoma City

It was on a Christmas day There was a whole carload of groceries Come with a note to say Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief Guess as through this world I've wandered

I've seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen And as through your life you travel Yes, as through your life you roam You will never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home.

Put it there, boy, and we'll show these fascists what a couple of hillbillies can do.

I know the police cause you trouble. They cause trouble everywhere. But when you die and go to heaven, you'll find no policeman there. So go to sleep.