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Dana Robinson
What Would Woody Do
From Avenue of the Saints

I am just a working man without a stock to trade
I drive my rig from town to town, at night I get to play
I've not been down Wall street nor Madison avenue ~ w.w.w.d.
I was born into this life without a guarantee
No silver spoon, no safety net, no insurance policy
My personal salvation lay in carrying a tune ~ w.w.w.d

   chorus
   What would Woody do, what would Woody do?
   Write about it, talk about it, sing about it too. 
   Hit the restless hobo trail under the skies of blue ~ w.w.w.d

The days of hopping freight trains are all but past and gone
But there will always be a way to cross a distance that is long
All you need is gumption and a little howdy-do ~ w.w.w.d.
I'll bless the four directions with tobacco on the ground
I may be plenty lost right now, but tomorrow I'll be found
For the privilege of experience I wander fro and to ~ w.w.w.d

   What would Woody do, what would Woody do?
   Write about it, talk about it, sing about it too. 
   Evidence was written on the soles of his shoes ~ w.w.w.d.

The sprawl suburban wasteland now spans from shore to shore
The drone of advertisements tell us to consume more
While the inner city indigent stand waiting in a que ~ w.w.w.d.
Turn off that old TV. set, shut off the radio
Switch off that computer screen, just say it's time to go
To have a rare and wondrous live is something we can choose ~ w.w.w.d.

   What would Woody do, what would woody do?
   Write about it, talk about it, sing about it too
   How it feels behind the wheel with the lonesome ramblin blues ~ w.w.w.d

He'd say go find a thing that's wrong and put your finger on it
You don't have to be a poet to write a song about it
You're gonna get your point across if it's anywhere near true ~ w.w.w.d
Tell me 'bout the things you know in an ordinary way
The dust and dirt and joy and hurt in every single day
Each and every person here has got a point of view ~ w.w.w.d.

   What would Woody do, what would Woody do?
   Write about it, talk about it, sing about it too.
   How it feels to walk a mile in someone else's shoes ~ w.w.w.d.  

 

© Words and Music by - Dana Robinson, October 1999 St. Paul MN