From Cabramatta to the Flinders island;
From the old growth forest to the Sylvania Waters
This latte was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This latte was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This latte was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This latte was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Soy Lattes."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this latte made for you or me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This latte was made for you and me.
Woody "Three-Shots" Guthrie

3 comments:
classic. fascists and foodies ...same same ...
Brilliant!
Very Funy Steve!
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