The Kings of Mongrel Folk

 

 

 

In the hundredth anniversary of Woody Guthrie's birth The Kings of Mongrel Folk celebrate Woody's musical descendants with a protest song against folk singers

 The Ballad of Wouldbe Guthrie

I started out in college in the year of 69
I rambled out, I rambled up, I rambled down the line
I know each and every song that Woody Guthrie ever penned
And if he'd only met me I'd have been his dearest friend

I've travelled every highway in this great and troubled land
With my blue jeans, my work shirt and my guitar in my hand
There's a gal in every town that I can stay with for the night
And ramblin' and folk singing build a hearty appetite

I've played in every benefit, supported every cause
We'll build a better world with all your cash and wild applause
We'll talk of one big union and how the working man is king
And while the working man is working we'll go ramble 'round and sing

I'm a poet of the people so my songs don't always rhyme
And my words and folky music don't quite meet up right all of the time
But it's straight out from my heart and soul and sometimes from my mind
Which is parked behind my wallet where the sun don't ever shine


 

The growing popularity of "Prosperity Gospel" prompts The Kings of Mongrel Folk to contribute to Prosperity Gospel hymnody


                God Hates a Loser 

God hates a loser and he knows the score
I'm talking to you sir down on the floor
All of us are sinners but if you're a winner
God's saving your dinner on a plate of pure gold
And God hates a loser

God helps those who help themselves
So help yourself and go back for seconds
You won't go to hell on the day of reckoning
All of us are sinners but if you're a winner
God's saving your dinner on a plate of pure gold
And God hates a loser

The bible says that the meek will inherit
But the meek are so weak, Lord how can they bear it
They'll get their own but it aint in town
And it's six by three and it's six feet down
And God hates a loser

The bible says the rich will get to heaven on high
When a camel travels through a needle's eye
But the rich man knows that it's nothing at all
To find a needle real big or a camel real small
And God hates a loser