little towns

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


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