As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there

And that sign said - no tress passin'

But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!

Now that side was made for you and me!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1994948&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310443#21094118)

classic case of mentally damaged guy from a bad family seduced and exploited by Bolshevik balderdash. similar to people in AA who 'find God' and go off the deep end.

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At age 20, Guthrie met and married his first wife, Oklahoma-born Mary Jennings (1917–2014), in Texas in 1931. They had three children together: Gwendolyn, Sue, and Bill.[117][118] Bill died at the age of 23 as the result of an automobile accident. The daughters both died of Huntington's disease at the age of 41, in the 1970s. Evidently the disease had been passed on from their father, although Guthrie himself was diagnosed with the condition later in life, in 1952, when he was 43 years old. Guthrie and Mary divorced sometime between 1943 and 1945.[119]

On November 13, 1945, Guthrie married Marjorie Greenblatt. They had four children: sons Arlo and Joady and daughters Nora and Cathy. After Guthrie was admitted to Brooklyn State Hospital in 1952, doctors advised Marjorie to divorce him and take custody of the children because of Woody's raging paranoia and occasional violent acts against family members. They were divorced in 1953. Despite the divorce, she remained close to Woody for the rest of his life and supervised all of his complex health needs.[120]

After his discharge from the hospital, Guthrie had a romantic relationship with Anneke van Kirk from late 1952, marrying her in 1953 and having a daughter, Lorinna Lynn. However, due to his deteriorating condition, this relationship led to their divorce just one year later.[121] Guthrie had a total of eight children over his three relationships.

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How the highways have rolled by our doors

Internet highways, subways and skyways

But nobody's hitching no more

When you were rambling, hard times and gambling

With miners and migrants of old

You walked the line, you spoke your mind

Telling stories that had to be told

Hey Woody Guthrie where are you

We could sure use you once more

Hey Woody Guthrie where are you

The big dogs are back at the door

The pastures of plenty thеy're not seen by many

No faces appear at thе door

The fields are all empty in these pastures of money

'Cause farms don't need people no more

Somehow machines have stolen our dreams

And genetics are the new golden door

But the crops that we're breeding, are they for feeding

A corporation or the poor

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1994948&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310443#49668483)