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Hoping MachineWords by Woody Guthrie, Music by Jay FarrarDon’t let anything knock your props out from under youAlways keep your mind clear, let your plans come out of mistakesThese are the plans and nothing can tear downMade out of things that have already been torn downWhatever you do, wherever you goDon’t lose your grip on life and that meansDon’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machineMusic is the language of the mind that travelsCarries the key to the laws of time and spaceLonesome train whistling down the silent wail of windLife is the sound, creation has been a songWhatever you do, wherever you goDon’t lose your grip on life and that meansDon’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machineOut of orderQuick to manufacture their schemes and ideasFaster than any turn a tide can wash you outWord is the music and the people are the songTomorrows chances feel like a singing godWhatever you do, wherever you goDon’t lose your grip on life and that meansDon’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machineOut of order

Hoping MachineWords by Woody Guthrie, Music by Jay FarrarDon’t let anything knock your props out from under youAlways keep your mind clear, let your plans come out of mistakesThese are the plans and nothing can tear downMade out of things that have already been torn downWhatever you do, wherever you goDon’t lose your grip on life and that meansDon’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machineMusic is the language of the mind that travelsCarries the key to the laws of time and spaceLonesome train whistling down the silent wail of windLife is the sound, creation has been a songWhatever you do, wherever you goDon’t lose your grip on life and that meansDon’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machineOut of orderQuick to manufacture their schemes and ideasFaster than any turn a tide can wash you outWord is the music and the people are the songTomorrows chances feel like a singing godWhatever you do, wherever you goDon’t lose your grip on life and that meansDon’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machineOut of order