Tom Paxton - They Couldn't take the Music lyrics
[Tom Paxton - They Couldn't take the Music lyrics]
I never really knew you - I was
A couple of years too young
By the time I came of age
The song of your life was sung
From the hills of Oklahoma to
The North Atlantic seas
From the cries of the hungry children
To the eyes of the deportees
They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry
Mouth and lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
No, they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
Just another scruffy Okie and
Just a dustbowl refugee
Headin' on out to California
A little bit low on do-re-mi
And everywhere you wandered
You saw poor folks treated wrong
And you made those poor folks your whole
Life and made your life a song
They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry
Mouth and lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
No, they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
Oh, they called you a dangerous radical
They called you a rabid red
But it never really mattered all
The stupid things they said
All those lies and all those liars are
All over the hill and gone
While your songs are still here singing
And still rolling the union on
They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry
Mouth and lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the
Music from your soul, woody Guthrie
No, they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
And this land was made for you and me
A couple of years too young
By the time I came of age
The song of your life was sung
From the hills of Oklahoma to
The North Atlantic seas
From the cries of the hungry children
To the eyes of the deportees
They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry
Mouth and lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
No, they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
Just another scruffy Okie and
Just a dustbowl refugee
Headin' on out to California
A little bit low on do-re-mi
And everywhere you wandered
You saw poor folks treated wrong
And you made those poor folks your whole
Life and made your life a song
They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry
Mouth and lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
No, they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
Oh, they called you a dangerous radical
They called you a rabid red
But it never really mattered all
The stupid things they said
All those lies and all those liars are
All over the hill and gone
While your songs are still here singing
And still rolling the union on
They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry
Mouth and lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the
Music from your soul, woody Guthrie
No, they couldn't take the
Music from your soul
And this land was made for you and me