Red City Radio - We Are The Sons Of Woody Guthrie lyrics

"We Are The Sons Of Woody Guthrie" Give 'em hell in New York Gabe Don't ever let them see you down Tell all the boys in New York About that Oklahoma City sound With our hearts raised high in unison Singing a melody That's been implanted in the streets for years It's kind of hard to fall on deaf ears There's no way that you're really gone When you capture that spotlight you'll bring it home We've turned our backs on the sun Embraced the road and chased the moon And sang along to the stereo No matter how close we came Another band of almost made it fame Southbound Broadway extension Turn right on 23rd There is a perfect picture of poverty And it'll be missed when it's gone I'm in this hole living my father's dream I'm just trying to find a better way out And in this song where we belong I'm just trying to find a better way out Still here but nothing's changed Spread the word wherever we go We won't be silenced anymore Singing our own refrain No broken hearts inflated egos We won't be silenced anymore