Woody Guthrie

I dreamt I saw Woody Guthrie get shot It must be all those westerns I watch And all the talk of the anti-fascists Who I guess did something wrong Well I don't know about that one Let's go tickle our shins Break your trail shoes in, find your limit I'd like to be on my own But I've got to go where the dough is The bar was dark and the stage wasn't tall You could see his mark from the end of the hall Where the cops were taking all our questions "Go notify the heir" The music disappeared and left a vacancy in the air I felt like I wasn't there So if it looked like I didn't care It's just cause I wasn't prepared I'd like to be on my own But I've got to go where the dough is I'd like to be on my own But I've got to go where the dough is Somewhere in the balance between naïveté and callousness Is paralysis such as that when Atlas went on his eight month strike And then he called it a night I'd like to live on the land But I understand I've been planted I'd like to be on my own But I've got to go where the dough is Then I heard someone suggest we could auction his picks But the thought I had next is what's got me so sick If I move in quick, I could make a killing Off this real estate in the air I conquered it fair and square