Woody Guthrie Lyrics

I’m just a juke box standing in a joint
I’m all lit up with pretty colored lights
I’m a bum, I’m a beggar for nickels and dimes
But I’m a millionaire a thousand times.

I watch you come in here, come through the door
I watch you take a drink or three or four
Then I wink at you with my electric eyes
Carry you away to paradise.

I’m a two I’m a four I’m a twelve bar beater
I’m partly honest I’m partly a cheater
There’s a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they’re fighting for.

To look at these old, steel lights and holes
You might not think I got a soul
But the workers that worked hard to bring me to life
Want me to tell the secrets of your life.

I’m a two I’m a four I’m a twelve bar beater
I’m partly honest I’m partly a cheater
There’s a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they’re fighting for.

I got a waxy voice and a mechanical brain
Look in these eyes, am I insane?
I haven’t found my real voice yet
But your stories and your history, I’ll never forget.
And I mean your personal history
‘cause I know all about you.
I know every step you ever took.
Every book you never read.
Every hand you ever held.
Every kiss you ever stole.
Every job you ever lost.
Every single, solitary penny that you’ve cheated
Who out of.
Who’d ever believe that one of these days or nights
You’d put a nickel in me and hear every single truth about yourself?

I’m a two I’m a four I’m a twelve bar beater
I’m partly honest I’m partly a cheater
There’s a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they’re fighting for.

I’m a two I’m a four I’m a twelve bar beater
I’m partly honest I’m partly a cheater
There’s a million human skulls in here fighting a war
Now let me tell you what they’re fighting for.

For a better what? Better people?
House, car, ship, plane, business?
Maybe so.

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