These old paper sheets are my pile of money, I run my thumb over them just like you do your bank notes there.
I'm my own bank and I'm my own boss,
I ain't never out of work,
My eye ain't never batting.
My hand always feels oily and my fingers always itchy,
Twenty-four hours every day I send mself out and around to run hook lines.
I write what I see,
I write what I've seen,
I write things I just hope to see
Somewhere farther along.
Woody Guthrie
April 4, 1948
Newark, New Jersey
On the low end of
High Street
