Robert Thatcher

Robert Thatcher

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Lyrics

Woody

Written By: Robert Thatcher

(for Woody Guthrie)

Woody rode the rails but not in fancy cars.
He hopped on with the hobos and slept under the stars.
He knew the migrant worker and he sang the union songs,
Traveled round the country and tried to right some wrongs.

Woody wasn't perfect. No that is plain to see.
He was all too human just like you and me.
But I've met a lot of people and I just can't understand.
How so many songs came to be in just one man....just one man.

Chorus
Oh he walked the dusty dust
If you're born to roam then roam you must,
From the Oklahoma hills to San Francisco Bay.

I read how you and Cisco joined the merchant marines,
Dodging Uboats and torpedos, trading smokes and navy beans,
In the belly of that freighter throught the dark Atlantic night,
you sang to calm the sailors,
Together black and white, black and white..

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Were you calling out to God in those later years,
When the dusty road seemed to bring your greatest fears,
Or were you calling out to someone who walks a lonesome road,
hitching one last ride with your brother Tom Joad...old Tom Joad...

Chorus

Real

Written By: Caroline Thatcher

Every feeling every day,
I want it real.

bound to break
Oh please don't let me slip away.
Let it be real, what you give me.
Let me be in your arms.
Please be real.
Oh, please be real.

There's no understanding here.
Kick the dust off.
Wipe your heart off.

Please be real.
Oh please be real
You are real.
We are real
We are real.

Real

Written By: Caroline Thatcher

Every feeling every day,
I want it real.
Hopeless my heart
is bound to break

Oh please don't let me slip away.
Let it be real, what you give me.
Let me be in your arms.
Please be real.
Oh, please be real.

There's no understanding here.
Kick the dust off.
Wipe your heart off.

Please be real.
Oh please be real
You are real.
We are real
We are real.