Favorite Wody Guthrie song?

jazzmataz, that's my son's fave Guthrie piece. And he has a few... I named him Arlo after Woody's well-known son (and a youthful crush)
I'm renting the American Roots music series from my library and there is a section where the photo montoge is all these variations of Woody's fascists sign. Rather interesting how it changes from sticker-like to the painting in your pic.

Anyone catch the Subaru commercial with the Car Car song in it?
bleh on one hand, but maybe it can bring some interest by new parents.

 

no duh.. and before that hollers, Appalachan pickers, congo stomps in NOLA...Guthrie and Ledbelly were simply some of the better conduits for the people's music.


do you honestly think we DON'T know that Dylan was a raiding bird in the coffehouse scene (a brilliant raider nonetheless)?
THis IS a GUthrie thread.

 

I kind of like the subversion... get all the kiddies hooked on the Guthrie family, bwahahaha!

 

I 'd count California Stars.. I've heard a few groups do it.
Ellis Paul added music to God's Promise.
So glad Nora is opening the treasure vaults.
Another song of his I love is Way Over Yonder in a Minor Key

 

thanky Syd,
here's one starting to make a comeback on the singer-songwriter circuit. Check Out Joe Jencks' version on Rise as One:

Plane Wreck at Los Gatos

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"

My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?

Words by Woody Guthrie and Music by Martin Hoffman
© 1961 (renewed) by TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc.