Ten hundred books could I write you about her
Because I felt if I could know her
I would know all women
And they’ve not been any too well known
For brains and planning and organised thinking
But I’m sure the women are equal
And they may be ahead of the men
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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