Yet I wouldn't spread such
a rumor around
because one organises the
other
And sometimes the most lost
and wasted
attract the most balanced
and sane
And the wild and the reckless
take up
with the clocked and the timed
And the mixture is all of
us
And we're still mixing
But never, never, never,
Never could have it been done
If the women hadn't entered
into the deal
Like she came along to me
And all creeds and kinds and
colors
of us are blending
Till I suppose ten million
years from now
we'll all be just alike
Same color, same size, working
together
And maybe we'll have all of
the fascists
out of the way by then
Maybe so.
WORDS: Woody Guthrie 1942 -
MUSIC: Bragg/Tweedy/Bennett
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