Transcribed by Josh Ungar email@example.com E Hey Woody Guthrie I wish you could see how the A E highways roll by doors. A E C#m The internet highways, subways, skyways and B E nobody's hitching no more. When you're rambling the hard times a gamble with minors and migrants of old. When you walk the line, you spoke your mind telling stories that had to be told. Chorus: A B E B Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, we could sure E use you once more. A B E C#m B Hey Woody Guthrie where are you, the big dogs E are back at the door. Pastures plenty and I've seen a many no faces appear at the door. The fields are all empty and these pastures are muddy because farms aren't for people no more. Some are machines stealing away dreams and genetics are the new golden doors. But the crops that we're breeding I'll never feed the corporate shun or the poor. Chorus Solo (two verses) As a whole generation that's got no sensation of feeling part of it all. No sense of land and the advertising man has got brand new logos for all. There can be no denying that the farm fields are dying out here on suburbia's doors. Seems it's taken our souls, and we're loosing control, Woody we need you once more. 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 our door. 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. Out here on the golden shores Yeah the big dogs are back at the door.