Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Make me a bed right down on your floor
Make me a bed right down on your floor
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor
I'm a poor lonesome boy, I'm a long ways from home
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor
Clock striking midnight and daylight to go
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor
Sheriff on my trail with a big forty-four
I'll lay my head in a bed on the floor
Bed on the floor, baby, bed on the floor
I'll lay a bed right down on your floor
I'll lay my head in a bed on your floor
Poor lonesome boy, I'm a long ways from home
I'm a poor lonesome boy, I'm a long ways form home
I'll lay my head right down on your floor
“I sing this song mainly just to make you think that I had a little run in with a man and had to lay him dead down on the floor, that the sheriff’s on my trail with his big forty four, that the clock’s striking midnight with daylight to go. But the mainest reason why I’m singing it is just to get to...