Date: February 13th, 2026 1:43 PM
Author: Sticky Costumed Death Wish House
Hey Woodie Guthrie I wish that you could see
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
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