There was a big high wall there
that tried to stop me.
And a sign was painted:
It said “Private Property.”
But on the back side
it didn’t say nothin’ …
This land was made for you and me.
Woody Guthrie, This Land Is Your Land
There was a big high wall there
that tried to stop me.
And a sign was painted:
It said “Private Property.”
But on the back side
it didn’t say nothin’ …
This land was made for you and me.
Woody Guthrie, This Land Is Your Land
Out of Babel Books 
You do realize that those lyrics probably mean that Guthrie is a dyed in the wool communist, slavering at the thought of killing you and yours?
Goodness, it is so fun to play with words 😀
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Yeah, I did think about that. But, since this song is coming out of the Depression years, I decided that what is in view here is probably just a solitary hobo, crossing a farmer’s property without permission and maybe stealing one chicken max.
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