Woody Guthrie - This machine kills fascists

Given this crazy point in history, I thought I would write up a few new verses to Woody Guthrie’s classic song, “The Land is Your Land”

Woody Guthrie - This machine kills fascists

I’ve also put in ukulele chords, which I’m assuming will work ok for guitar too.

First though, a note about copyright from Woody himself: “This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ours, cause we don’t give a darn. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that’s all we wanted to do.” (Wikiquote) But of course the current owners of his copyrights see it differently and want folks to pay money to a bunch of major companies who will make more money off of the People’s music, so I’m claiming my new verses fall under the fair use exception for parody. But my new verses, I’m releasing under a Creative Commons Attribution License, meaning you can do whatever you want with these verses but you do need to give me credit for them.

Lastly these verses are dedicated to my dear old friend and coworker in many lost causes, and true Okie, Rachel Jackson, in honor of her upcoming birthday.


C               F                                              C
It’s been a bunch of years since good ol’ Woody
G7                        C C7
Sung us that song and lot has happened
F                               C         Am
but then again. . . we still are wondering.
G7                                           C   C7
Is this land made for you and me?


C                         F                     C
Will we stand with our suffering people,
G7                                 C C7
those displaced by corporate greed,
F                          C Am
Will we remember those entangled
G7                                        C C7
by the military-industrial machine?


C           F                              C
Our politicians… what can I say,
G7                                                    C C7
The asses and pachyderms are not the way,
F                           C Am
When will the people rise up and say,
G7                                    C C7
this land is not for them to rule.


C               F                                C
I am still hoping for the dream of Woody,
G7                      C C7
A nation ruled by love and justice,
F                          C Am
where no one’s hungry and all can sing,
G7                           C C7
that dream is worth living for.