Oregon Trail
Words and music Woody Guthrie
Released on Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs (1962), Columbia River Collection (1988) and The Asch Recordings, Volume 3; Hard Travelin' (1998)
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Chords
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I been a grubbin' on a little farm on the flat and windy plains
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I been a list'nin to the hungry cattle bawl.
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I'm gonna pack my wife and kids,
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I'm gonna hit that western road.
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I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fall.
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I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fall,
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I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall,
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Where that good rain falls a plenty
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Where the crops and orchards grow
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I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall.
Now, my true love she gets ailin'
When this dry old dust gets sailin'
And she wishes for the days beyond recall
If we work hard there's a future
In that north Pacific land
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Well my land is dry and cracklin'
and my chickens they're a cacklin'
‘Cause this dirt and dust is getting' in their craw
They been layin' flint rock eggs
I got to bust ‘em with a sledge
I got to hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Yes, my hogs and pigs are squealin'
They're a rockin' and a reelin'
‘Cause there ain't no mud to waller in the draw
I'm gonna grab them by their tails
Take them down that western trail
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Well, my good old horse in bony
And he's tired and lonsesome too
You can count his ribs three quarters of a mile
Throw my bedroll on his back
Both the bay horse and the black
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Words and music Woody Guthrie
Released on Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs (1962), Columbia River Collection (1988) and The Asch Recordings, Volume 3; Hard Travelin' (1998)
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Chords
C:X32010
F:XX321X
G:320001
C F C
I been a grubbin' on a little farm on the flat and windy plains
G
I been a list'nin to the hungry cattle bawl.
C
I'm gonna pack my wife and kids,
F C
I'm gonna hit that western road.
G C
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fall.
F C
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this comin' fall,
G G(7)
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall,
C
Where that good rain falls a plenty
F C
Where the crops and orchards grow
G C {fill}
I'm gonna hit that Oregon Trail this coming fall.
Now, my true love she gets ailin'
When this dry old dust gets sailin'
And she wishes for the days beyond recall
If we work hard there's a future
In that north Pacific land
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Well my land is dry and cracklin'
and my chickens they're a cacklin'
‘Cause this dirt and dust is getting' in their craw
They been layin' flint rock eggs
I got to bust ‘em with a sledge
I got to hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Yes, my hogs and pigs are squealin'
They're a rockin' and a reelin'
‘Cause there ain't no mud to waller in the draw
I'm gonna grab them by their tails
Take them down that western trail
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
Well, my good old horse in bony
And he's tired and lonsesome too
You can count his ribs three quarters of a mile
Throw my bedroll on his back
Both the bay horse and the black
I'm gonna hit that Oregon trail this comin' fall.
JESUS CHRIST
(Woody Guthrie)
This is how i play it...
Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land
Hard working man and brave
He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor."
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
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Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
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His followers true and brave
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One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot
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Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave
He went to the sick, he went to the poor,
And he went to the hungry and the lame;
Said that the poor would one day win this world,
And so they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
He went to the preacher, he went to the sheriff,
Told them all the same;
Sell all of your jewelry and give it to the Poor,
But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
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When Jesus came to town, the working folks around,
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Believed what he did say;
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The bankers and the preachers they nailed him on a cross,
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And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Poor working people, they follered him around,
Sung and shouted gay;
Cops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air,
And they nailed Jesus Christ in his grave.
Well the people held their breath when they heard about his death,
And everybody wondered why;
It was the landlord and the soldiers that he hired.
That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky.
When the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate.
When the patience of the workers gives away
"Would be better for you rich if you never had been born"
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
This song was written in New York City
Of rich men, preachers and slaves
Yes, if Jesus was to preach like he preached in Galillee,
They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave.