We Are the Sons of Woody Guthrie Songtext
von Red City Radio

Give ′em hell in New York Gabe
Don't ever let them see you down
Tell all the boys in New York
About that Oklahoma City sound
With our hearts raised high in unison
Singing a melody
That′s been implanted in the streets for years
It's kind of hard to fall on deaf ears There's no way that you′re really gone
When you capture that spotlight you′ll bring it home
We've turned our backs on the sun
Embraced the road and chased the moon
And sang along to the stereo
No matter how close we came
Another band of almost made it fame


Southbound Broadway extension
Turn right on 23rd
There is a perfect picture of poverty
And it′ll be missed when it's gone
I′m in this hole living my father's dream
I′m just trying to find a better way out
And in this song where we belong
I'm just trying to find a better way out

Still here but nothing's changed
Spread the word wherever we go
We won′t be silenced anymore
Singing our own refrain
No broken hearts inflated egos
We won′t be silenced anymore