Song to Heather
(In Harmony with Dylan’s Song to Woody)
(In Harmony with Dylan’s Song to Woody)
Hey, hey Heather Heyer, I wrote you a song
‘Bout a wicked ol’ march that’s a storming my town
We’re seeing their world of hatred and scorn
Your courage be bold, our flag is still there.
‘Bout a wicked ol’ march that’s a storming my town
We’re seeing their world of hatred and scorn
Your courage be bold, our flag is still there.
Out there with thousands brave, sea to shining sea
Walkin' a rough road our Patriots have so worn
I'm seein' that world clearer, Hitler’s last stand
Such hatred these deadbeats the clue of that clan.
Walkin' a rough road our Patriots have so worn
I'm seein' that world clearer, Hitler’s last stand
Such hatred these deadbeats the clue of that clan.
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, Dylan wrote you a song
'Bout a Beach Haven world that's a fueling their storm
Seems sick and it's angry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's a-dyin' and soon a so long.
'Bout a Beach Haven world that's a fueling their storm
Seems sick and it's angry, it's tired and it's torn
It looks like it's a-dyin' and soon a so long.
Hey, hey Mother Bro, you’re part of this rhythm
‘Bout a brave young woman facing the challenger alone
With our young and our old magnifying a daughter’s frontline
To tear it all down one statue at a time.
‘Bout a brave young woman facing the challenger alone
With our young and our old magnifying a daughter’s frontline
To tear it all down one statue at a time.
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many times more
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done.
All the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many times more
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done.
So done by Heather with Bro and our Patriots true
To all the good people that protested with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of those so brave
‘Cause today there’s many doing what Woody portrayed.
To all the good people that protested with you
Here's to the hearts and the hands of those so brave
‘Cause today there’s many doing what Woody portrayed.
Hitler’s last breath, Old Man Trump’s reach in vain
With sonny boy racist, his cesspool of swine
The very last thing that I'd want Donald to do
Is to show some respect for the Heather’s Red, White & Blue.
With sonny boy racist, his cesspool of swine
The very last thing that I'd want Donald to do
Is to show some respect for the Heather’s Red, White & Blue.
So to Banner, Miller and Gorka’s SOB revenge
You are loosing your fight, every day into night
Portnoy’s complaint is your only recourse
As Heather’s steadfast has trumped the Tower’s demand!
You are loosing your fight, every day into night
Portnoy’s complaint is your only recourse
As Heather’s steadfast has trumped the Tower’s demand!
And to Woody and Heather and the rest of history’s best
We honor your souls and fear not this test
True statues so proud with a Patriotic stature
Fearing nothing, as history will repeat itself good for your kind.
We honor your souls and fear not this test
True statues so proud with a Patriotic stature
Fearing nothing, as history will repeat itself good for your kind.
Hey, hey Heather Heyer, I wrote you this song.
No need to rest in peace now, as your legacy has been born
As their doctrine of hatred beckons the flight our fight
Your courage so bold, our flag still shines today with more might.
No need to rest in peace now, as your legacy has been born
As their doctrine of hatred beckons the flight our fight
Your courage so bold, our flag still shines today with more might.
Copyright MSK & (Words in Italic by Bob Dylan • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group)
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