He was a Dust Bowl refugee, a working class hero, a fascist hater, a union man, son of the mad, a train hopping, boxcar riding, guitar wielding, heart mending, song writing, story-tellin, foot-stompin, jig-dancin, true American. Woody Guthrie, on the sea, and on the land, you sang our song, and my heart bleeds with yours.
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Those are such wonderful pix.I don't know much about Woody,I think I'll see if there's a biography at the library.Amazing era he lived in.
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