01/11/02 - 14:05:37
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The missing pieces from the "Director's Cut" of America, entailed an interweaving of verses from the old folk song "Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor," as well as "This Land Is Your Land" (an exquisite work) and Pastures Of Plenty (ditto), the last two by Woody Guthrie.|
This is all detailed, by the way, in my Nicaragua Diary
Missing lyrics by yours truly >>>
after the 2nd chorus >>>
"One day in a small Kansas town
Jenny's old '65 Buick broke down
An' sittin' with her baby
Waitin' for a tow
Listenin' to the radio
She heard songs that she'd never heard before
Or only heard through the half open door
As her parents listened on the radio
In times gone by
Woody Guthrie times gone by"
[>>>here go to This Land, Pastures and Pallet, in that order]
"As Jenny waited on the cold Kansas streets
She saw two old people She watched them meet
Blankets 'round their shoulders to keep them warm
And she heard them talk as they walked arm in arm 'Hey Bill, you're gettin' older.'
'Yeah, Maggie, you're lookin' that way too.'
'Did you take care of business, Billy boy?'
'Not too well, Maggie, what about you?'
They're tearin' my building down!'
'Where will you go, Bill, what will you do?'
'I don't know, Maggie, oh God, I don't know.'
'You can stay with me, Bill. I still love you
A little bit. You know I do.'"
Chorus: And it all goes on..."
[And then, near the end>>>]
"Now Jenny stood before the Vietnam wall
She'd barely ever touched her daddy at all
Now she reached out and touched his name
And she cried
And the baby in her arms
Couldn't understand the tears
For all her life
She had counted on a thousand years
Of love andf family free from fears
A young soldier stood there, hat in his hand
He saw her cry and he watched her stand
There staring at the wall
His own brother's name was on that wall
And their eyes touched both in tears
She felt that thrill that she hadn't felt
for a thou-sand years
'Who are you?' she asked
'My name is David,' he said
He looked at the wall and bowed his head
She took his hand tenderly
And they walked away Down
Streets of Gold
Streets of Dreams
Streets of Lovers
Streets of Golden Light
And it all goes on
Yes, it all goes on
It all goes on
Pass it on
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