Now the first time I saw Woody,
he was standing in our yard.
we was poor and times were hard.
He said I'll pay for a room and board,
My name's Woodrow Guthrie,
and I'm just a rambler through
But call me Woody, my friends all do
I might sing a little song for you
Now it was just my mom and me,
My daddy had gone to fight a war
and just never made it home
But each night old Woody'd
and make up songs to sing
And when we'd sing that midnight special
we would make them rafters ring
And we'd get happy, but we understood
Times were hard, but for a while,
said she liked his singing style
God, she looked so pretty
when Woody made her smile
Taught me how to cuss and smoke
I ought to say a prayer to heaven
Yeah, I knew Woody and Mama
had been ramblin' in the night
I was only twelve years old,
but I could see it in their eyes
Mama came to me one hot July day
Said our Woody's leavin' son,
Woody said this ramblin' fever's
Then he picked up his guitar and his sack
and rolled on down the road
we know you're feelin' bad
Now many a year has come and gone
and I'm old but still alive
to the summer of thirty -five
Time has taken everything,
I can still pick up my guitar
and sing a Woody Guthrie song
This land is your land, with a do -re -mi
Let the midnight special shine as ever,
So long, it's been good to know you
Cause I'm goin' down the road