Dear Robert Burns,
You skipped the big town streets just like I done, you ducked the crosstown cop just like I ducked, you dodged behind a beanpole to beat the bigtime dick and you very seldom stopped off in any big city where the rigged corn wasn’t drying nor the hot vine didn’t help you do your talking…
“To That Man Robert Burns”
—Woody Guthrie, June 9, 1947
Published in Woody Guthrie, Born To Win (Macmillan, 1965)
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