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letra de woody guthrie - skyscraper stan

i woke up drunk, still dreaming of
wide open sunburned country
and all the pretty things i could get to know
if i were more like woody guthrie

i could sit and watch the land unfold
on a long haul from adelaide to darwin
yeah i could play a tune or two along the road
just enough to keep from starvin’

and then if i got lonely
just a traipsin’ round the world
i could find myself
a big fat homely girl
and she could call me sweetheart
rub my aching feet
put a little liquor in my coffee cup, baby
and gimme something good to eat

good morning there brother, where you headed to?
i’m on my way to someplace better
and if i find my pot of gold
i’ll be sure to send a letter
cos i know someplace there’s trouble
that could satiate a thirst that never leaves me
something to lift the weight that holds me down
and light a fire underneath me
and if i get arrested or
driven out of town
told by the well to do
“hey boy don’t hang around
no we don’t like your kind here”
well i’ll just shake my head
and run away towards a limber little lady
who i left in a king sized bed

now i may live forever, but i doubt it
after all, isn’t life for loosing?
so if i gotta go, i can only hope
its in the manner of my choosing
yes i’d have all my friends around me saying
“sit down, play a number for us”
then at my grave they’d say “we had him at the bridge
i guess we lost him somewhere in the chorus”

and til then i’ll be kicking up
dust from coast to coast
just me and my guitar
and woody guthrie’s goast
all beggared and beleaguered
beaten bruised and bled
melancholy, murderous and manacled mama
and eager to be fed

- skyscraper stan

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