woody guthrie’s ghost came down
and we set out across the town
in dusty boots and dirty collars
and change that don’t quite make a dollar

and we found ourselves across the tracks
with empty bottles in paper sacks
sat down where there once was a tree
and sang ‘this land was made for you and me’

we talked about the folks we’d seen
in real life and magazines
hand-me-downs and happy children
and we laughed about ol' bobby dylan

and the crazy roads we all wind down
tires slidin spinnin round
weary bones and bright tomorrows
time for joy and time for sorrow

and woody said ‘i’ve got the song!
it’s got easy chords, so sing along
i won’t pretend that it’s more than it is,
but it’s what i’ve got that i want to give’

woody, what have you got to say
to a girl who’s trying to make her way
down a thorny road that time forgot
a little lost... but not a lot

and she’s tryin to be good and tryin to be strong
and she tries to be right but she’s usually wrong
she wants to be loved, wants to be free
wants to be the girl she’s supposed to be

and woody said ‘just sing your song
and get lots of friends to sing along
don’t pretend that it’s more than it is,
just give what you’ve got and that’s how you’ll live’

woody sang till his song was through
bid farewell, and away he flew
over traffic jams and city lights
through the clouds and into the night

and me, i hung around for a while
had to laugh, had to smile
felt alive right to my bones
grabbed my coat and headed home

and whistled a tune as i walked along
and the church bells rang and sang along
felt my life just as it was...
it’s a whole lot of tears, but a lot of love

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I wish I were a guitar of some ol lonesome vagabond
and we would set out across this land
with only his voice and the touch of his hand

I'd rest in the arms of poets and lovers
of outcasts and others who cannot be named
I'd laugh and I'd cry when they were happy or lonesome
and tell them sweet things that they never could say

I'd sing them a song from the depths of my soul
but if truth must be told I am just wood and steel
so tell me your tales of your dreams gone unspoken
a string might be broken, but my heart never will

I wish I were a guitar
I'd sing in the company of old smokey bars
and lonesome were only a word in a song
'cause there'd always be somebody singin along

There's hardly a note that hasn't been sung
I'm sure that the past has struck every chord
but tell me your tales of your lost love and heartache
and I'll play like I've never heard them before

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Never thought I'd find myself walking down this road
your hand in mine
Guess I thought I'd left this place behind
just call it a long time ago

'cause I used to drive this road
with the top down, the wind in my hair
free flyin resless drivin not a worry not a care...

I could show you spots along the way
where I used to go
In fact, there's a curve just up ahead
where I think I lost a little bit of my soul

'cause I used to drive this road
with the top down, the wind in my hair
free flyin resless drivin not a worry not a care...

Have I told you how much that I love your smile
your gentle ways
It's almost funny how I tried to keep myself
from showing you this place

'Cause don't you feel defenseless?
Don't you want to run away?
I don't understand how easy it is
for you to say the things you say

'cause I used to drive this road
with the top down, the wind in my hair
free flyin resless drivin not a worry not a care...
I never thought I'd be scared of love
I never thought I'd be scared of love

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well, the house where we live is a century old
and our love is barely one
and I guess in fifty years or so
this house'll probably be gone
and darlin we'll be old and grey
but shinin like the sun
and we'll reminisce of this ol house
as the place where love was young

true, true, true devotion
under God up above, you have all my love
and my true devotion

Well, we're workin hard every day
and we come home tired and sore
but I guess in every other way
we could not ask for more
'cause the sun's gone down and our light is low
and the dog's in the corner snorin
and the night is as sweet as the day is long
when you hold me close till mornin

true, true, true devotion
under God up above, you have all my love
and my true devotion.

well, the house where we live is a century old
and our love is barely one
and I guess in fifty years or so
this house'll probably be gone
but darlin we'll be old and grey
and shining like the sun
and we'll reminisce of this ol house
as the place where love was young.
yeah, we'll reminisce of this ol house
as the place where love was young.

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When words lose their meaning we all get redefined
When words lose their meaning

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Peel back the layers like and onion
peel back the sorrow and the tears
when you realize they're suddenly transparant
you can look right through the worry and the fears
and there's still a song, there's still a song
does it surprise you that it's been there all along?
there's still a song.

If you're finding that the melody is fading
and you can't make out the rhythm or the words
there's an echo of a chord still deep within you
and it can resonate again be rest assured
there's still a song, there's still a song
does it surprise you that it's been there all along?
there's still a song.

There are those who'll try to do your singing for you
Or who'll try to keep your voice from being heard
and there's a chaos in this world to overwhelm you
but your silence is an ill easily cured. 'cause there's still a song, there's still a song
does it surprise you that it's been there all along?
there's still a song.

One voice raised can shine through like a beacon
and it calls out to be joined by two or three
and then the melodies can intertwine together
and ring loud and clear in perfect harmony
there's still a song, there's still a song
does it surprise you that it's been there all along?
there's still a song.

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there's the depths of the ocean
and the wind in the trees
and I am somewhere in between
falling to my knees

my life is like the springtime
but that glory on its own
has left me feeling restless
and looking for a home.

Chorus:
In the desert, prepare a way
make straight a highway in the wild
and every valley will be raised
and every mountain lowered
roughness will be lowered
rugged will be plained
and the way to find yourself back home
will only be through grace

Just a drop in the bucket
these things that we see
maybe only dust on scales
but all the world to me

and there's a voice that cries out
and I cannot grasp the words
but I've a feeling they're the same
in happiness and hurt

I am walking, and I am weary
I am sinking in the sand
I'm forgetting that you are able
and I am cradled in the hollow of your hand

Chorus

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