I’ve Got To Know

I’ve Got To Know

słowa i muzyka: Woody Guthrie, ok. 1963

[D]I’ve got to know, yes, [G]I’ve got to [D]know, friend;
Hungry lips ask me wher[E7]ever I [A7]go!
[D]Comrades and friends all [G]falling a[D]round me
I’ve got to know, yes, [A7]I’ve got to [D]know.

Why do your war boats ride on my waters?
Why do your death bombs fall from my skies?
Why did you burn my farm and my town down?
I’ve got to know, friend, I’ve got to know!

What makes your boats haul death to my people?
Nitro blockbusters, big cannons and guns?
Why don’t your ships bring food and some clothing?
I’ve sure got to know, folks, I’ve sure got to know!

Why can’t my two hands get a good pay job?
I can still plow, plant, I can still sow!
Why did your lawbook chase me off my land?
I’d sure like to know, friend, I’ve just got to know!

What good work did you do, sir, I’d like to ask you
To give you my money right out of my hands?
I built your big house to hide from my people,
Why you crave to hide so, I’d love to know!

You keep me in jail and you lock me in prison,
Your hospital’s jammed and your crazyhouse full,
What made your cop kill my trade union worker?
You’ll hafta talk plain ’cause I sure have to know!

Why can’t I get work and cash a big paycheck?
Why can’t I buy things in your place and your store?
Why close my plant down and starve all my buddies?
I’m asking you, sir, ’cause I’ve got to know!