Woody is old Woody is young
Woody is both New Years scenarios
the old bearded man with a cane
leading the way for next years baby
If we are all of Chuck’s children
Then Woody is our Grandfather
Urging us to save
These pastures of plenty
must always be free
Not for self aggrandizing monetary purposes
But for what he ultimately cared for the most
This Land and its inhabitants
His words ring soundly and true
From long ago and far away
To present day predicaments
The gamblin man is rich
And the workin man is poor
With a keen eye and an open heart
To the less fortunate and downtrodden
Those who have come from distant lands
To do the work of a nation
All they will call you
Will be Deportees
The muscle and might of labor
That fuel the country’s everyday activities
The rights of the workers
For a fair a decent wage
You can’t scare me
I’m sticking with the Union
Railing against condensed power at the top
Dishonesty fueled by greed
Some will rob you with a six gun
And some with a fountain pen
Unafraid to borrow a tune and an idea
Stretch it and make your own
Be a conduit to spread the word
Of the unholy and righteous
Wherever men are fighting
for their rights
Thats where i’m gonna be ma
Woody is old and Woody is brand new
A voice you hear in the dusty wind
A voice you hear in the pages of history
A voice that will never be silenced
For it is inside of us
The fog was lifting
A voice came chanting
