7/11/11

little towns


"Rust grows along the railroad tracks
The young folks leave they don't come back."

7/5/11

4th of July


I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin' I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing
That side was made for you and me!

Woody Guthrie