Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
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Woody Guthrie
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Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
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I've gambled down in the town of Newport News
The more I gamble, boys, the more I lose
Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
I guess they got troubles, too
Well, the hobos know me up and down the line
They don't know the trouble on my mind
I guess they got troubles, too
I guess they got troubles too, boys
I guess they got troubles, too
I guess they got troubles too, boys
From Baltimore to Washington
And the police know me up and down the line
They don't know the trouble on my hands
I guess they got troubles, too
I guess they got trouble too, boy
I guess they got troubles, too
I guess the police they've got their troubles, too
From Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
I guess they've got troubles, too
Going up north, I'm a-going north this fall
If my luck don't change I won't be back at all
From Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington, boys
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Oh Baltimore to Washington
Well, I guess they got troubles, too