Woody Guthrie wrote what he saw, felt, and
knew. He was often a voice for those who didn't have one.
Old Jake’s place on fifteenth street
best place ‘round to get your meat
Bessie’s shop was just a shack
pies sure keep 'em comin’ back
Farmer Ben at edge of town
real fresh produce his renown
big shots runnin’ this here place
{ town needs a 'big box' - pick up the pace! }
and come they did - huge stores by night
banished them good folk plain outta sight
Folks, hear my sad tale, sing my sad song
a sign of the times, gone terrible wrong