Friday's Labor Folklore

Con Carbon, Minstrel of the Mine Patch

You may have been taught to call me by the name

of a poet, but I am no more of a poet than you are.

I am no more of a writer of songs than you are,

no better singer.

The only story that I have tried to write has been you. You are the poet and your everyday talk is our best poem by our best poet. I am nothing more than a photographer without a camera.

So let me call you the poet and you the singer, because you will read this wit h more song in your voice than I will.

This Land is your Land

Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings

Vigilante Man

Ry Cooder

Everybody might be just one big soul,
Well it looks that a-way to me.
Everywhere that you look, in the day or night,
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma,
That's where I'm a-gonna be.

Wherever little children are hungry and cry,
Wherever people ain't free.
Wherever men are fighting for their rights,
That's where I'm a-gonna be, Ma.
That's where I'm a-gonna be.

-- Tom Joad

Woody Guthrie