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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
Mr. Guthrie, may I call you Woody? Wouldn't have it any other way, son. How would you like to be remembered, Woody? Well, I seen 'um build the Lincoln Highway, And sure enough harness the Bonneville Dam. I've traveled the road with forgotten souls Who loved this treasured land. So if I've inspired ya, to take that trip ya took, Remember it was a hobo, Not Mr. Guthrie who made ya look. Want to read one of my adventures?
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