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Well bring your old guitar and sit here by me Round the heavenly throne Drag out your Oklahoma poetry 'Cause it looks like the war is on And I don't mean a war for oil Or gold, or trivial things of that kind But I heard the news, the vigilante man Is on the move this time So sing me a song 'bout this land is your land And fascists bound to lose You were a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie And I was a dreamer too Once I spoke of a love for those who hate It requires effort and strain Vengeance casts a false shadow of justice Which leads to destruction and pain Some say I was a friend to sinners But by now you know it's true Guess I like sinners better than fascists And I guess that makes me a dreamer too In the year of 1945 SongtexteYou saw the killers fall Many fought and died But it's the innocent ones I most recall Well I've been the Savior, now, for such a long time And I've seen it all before You good people better get together Or you ain't got a chance anymore Now they're starting up their engine of hate Don't it make you feel lonesome and blue? Yes I was a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie And you were a dreamer too Aus Songtexte Mania