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We are all Woody’s Children
We are all glory-bound
When we smile, when we sing his songs
We show we know the truth he found
In your Oklahoma home
A troubadour, all set to roam
You and your family, felt the Dust Bowl blow
You sang your songs, and let us know
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You rode the rails as hobos do
Saw hard hit people, scraping through
Took scattered voices, feeling small
You made a glorious chorus of us all
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Every businessman or woman, in a suit
Every migrant farmer pickin’ fruit
When they listen to your song
They know there’s one family where we belong
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You raised us well, so we became
Your children proud to share your name
Bound for glory, you showed the way
Bound together, that’s how we’ll stay
Now we children know what to do
It takes hard work, to make a song come true
Our time is now, to follow through
It’s time to make this land for me and you