(Woody Guthrie Left A Long Time Ago)
Back in the Great Depression, Woody Guthrie hung around
They’re so proud of him still, hear the festival sounds
He wrote of losers fighting users, unions standing ground
Then grabbed his guitar and girl and got the hell out of town
The oilmen and ranchers meet down at the cafes
They talk about futures … what the markets will pay
The workers in their trailers drink their off hours away
You gotta be tough or crazy to come here and stay
Cause Woody Guthrie left a long time ago
They call it downtown but the stores are all closed
And it’s too late for the last picture show
Woody Guthrie left here a long time ago
Down by the pawn shop I saw the old man
Hat on his head, not in his hand
He stood as tall as a broken man can
Rolled up a Bugler and spat in the sand
He said: “There was a time this place was all right
Man could find a job, a girl and a good fight
Take Highway 60 east or west, either one’s right
Just leave,” he said, then he walked into the night
Cause Woody Guthrie left a long time ago
They call it downtown but the stores are all closed
And it’s too late for the last picture show
Woody Guthrie left here a long time ago
They oughta just firebomb the west side of town
One day the wind is gonna blow it all down
The east and the south sides ain't none to sound
The north side, she's standing, but on flat, thin ground
The harvest long in, the Mexicans long gone
The rig hands and their meth, their curtains drawn
The notes on those trucks are about to be withdrawn
So I think that it’s time that I must be moving on
Cause Woody Guthrie left a long time ago
They call it downtown but the stores are all closed
And it’s too late for the last picture show
Woody Guthrie left here a long time ago
Woody Guthrie left here a long time ago
copyright 2006 Dan Murray
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