On the cargo floor of a battered Chevy van,
an old man is working. Lopez Shoe Repair.
Oxfords, monk-straps, derbies, pointed boots & loafers.
Seven days a week.
“I’m gonna tell you fascists/You may be surprised,” Woody sings. “The people in this world/Are getting organized.”
We are all your children
If you hear us, join us now
We’re gonna strike because the waters are rising
We’re gonna strike because our people are dying
We’re gonna strike for life and everything we love
In 1950, Woody Guthrie moved to an apartment building in Brooklyn. His landlord: Fred Trump, father of Donald. And yes, Woody wrote a song about it.