Heard ‘em say, “get the wetback
Shoot to kill, ask no questions”
Idle hands, swift to mischief
Public patrol, guns a blazin’            
From the hills of Mendocino
To fresh groves near Miami
Break our backs where you don’t want to
Tomatoes, grapes, strawberries

          Don’t cry ‘bout where I’m goin’
          Don’t ask me where I’ve been
          Breezes of change are blowin’
          Here today, gone with the wind

If all our exploited families
Went on home to Mexico
It’d ruin state economies
In the fields only weeds’d grow
From the dust of Oklahoma
Burnin’ desert in Arizona
Sonoma vines of California
Fields of plenty, hands empty

          No, don’t cry ‘bout where I’m goin’
          Don’t ask me where I’ve been
          Breezes of change are blowin’
          Here today, gone with the wind  

      Hey, they call me Woody Guthrie
      I went roamin’, an' I went ramblin’
      ‘Cross a land made for you and me
      Golden valleys, shinin’ ocean
      The grapes of wrath are growin’
      Here today, gone with the wind
      Here today, gone, gone with the wind

You know, the lion an’ the lamb
Gonna lay down together in a promised land
An’ the wicked leaders of Babylon’s whore
Ain’t gonna study war no more
Gonna bow to the sick an’ poor
Ain’t gonna study war no more


Copyright Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP.