Woodie Guthry_ _ _ __ __ _ _ ___ __Bruce Springsteen
"Vigilante Man"
Have you seen that Vigilante man?
Have you seen that Vigilante man?
Have you seen that Vigilante man?
I've been a hearin' his name all over the land.
Well, what is a Vigilante man?
O, what is a Vigilante man?
Has he got a gun and a club in his hand?
O, what is a Vigilante man?
Rainy night down in the engine house,
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse,
A man come along and he chased us out.
Was that a Vigilante man?
Stormy days we passed the time away,
A sleepin' in some good warm place.
A cop come along and chased us out in the rain.
Was that a Vigilante man?
Preacher Casey was just a working man,
And he said, "Unite the working man."
He was killed in the river by a deputy sheriff.
Was that a Vigilante man?
O, why does a Vigilante man?
O, why does a Vigilante man?
Carry a sawed-off shotgun in his hand?
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?
I rambled around from town to town,
I rambled around from town to town,
And the drove us out like a wild herd of cattle.
Was that a Vigilante man?
I Ain't Got No Home in this World Anymore"
I ain't got no home, I'm just a ramblin' 'round
I'm just a ramblin' workin' man, I go from town to town.
Police make it hard wherever I may go,
And I ain't got no home in this worked any more.
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
It's a hot and dusty road where a million feet have trod,.
Rich man took my home, and he drove me from my door,
And I ain't got no home in this world any more.
Was a farming on the shares and always I was down,
My debts was so many my pay wouldn't go around.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
Now as I look around it's very plain to see
This wide wicked world is a funny place to be,
The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world any more.
"Do Re Mi"
Lots of folks back east, they say,
Leavin' home every day,
Beatin' a hot old dusty trail
To the California line.
Cross the desert sands they roll,
Gittin' out of the old dust bowl;
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl,
Here's what they find:
The police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today:
Chorus:
If you ain't got the Do Re Mi, boys,
If you ain't got the Do Re Mi,
Better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden,
A paradise to live in or see.
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot,
If you ain't got the Do Re Mi.
If you want to but a home a farm,
That can't do nobody harm,
Or take your vacation
By the mountains or sea.
don't trade your old cow for a car,
Better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me:
'Cause the governor on the radio today
Jumped up to the microphone and he did say:
Repeat Chorus.
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