Well there’s Hooverville
on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open cuz day r all a failin' unless salvation does da liver from a stingy farmer nada one of him a giver
Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya
in battered up truck n wailin' wah wah ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den – ‘cept un shaw
if me pa will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car – rears into grand prix hoopla An win free dim lifts us lock a hawk, this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah Rose of Sharon wool extend da family tree dat ma will live to see re:
charging the Joad jalopy in part from me tink rin hands dat like ta mess with oil hand stains one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn An huh tha red badge of courage upon this Okie hunched o’er with stiff back while wounded knee continually bunged up with utter glee at engine cough fin smoke to git us free whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yipeee.
on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open cuz day r all a failin' unless salvation does da liver from a stingy farmer nada one of him a giver
Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya
in battered up truck n wailin' wah wah ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den – ‘cept un shaw
if me pa will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car – rears into grand prix hoopla An win free dim lifts us lock a hawk, this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah Rose of Sharon wool extend da family tree dat ma will live to see re:
charging the Joad jalopy in part from me tink rin hands dat like ta mess with oil hand stains one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn An huh tha red badge of courage upon this Okie hunched o’er with stiff back while wounded knee continually bunged up with utter glee at engine cough fin smoke to git us free whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yipeee.
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