Jesus and Woody Ry Cooder

Well bring your old guitar
And sit here by me
'Round the heavenly throne
Drag out your Oklahoma poetry
'Cause it looks like the war is on

And I don't mean a war for oil
Or gold, or trivial things of that kind
But I heard the news, the vigilante man
Is on the move this time

So sing me a song 'bout This Land Is Your Land
And fascists bound to lose
You were a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie
And I was a dreamer too

Once I spoke of a love for those who hate
It requires effort and strain
Vengeance casts a false shadow of justice
Which leads to destruction and pain

Some say I was a friend to sinners
But by now you know it's true
Guess I like sinners better than fascists
And I guess that makes me a dreamer too