Lyrics Woody Guthrie – Babe O’ Mine

I’m gonna write you a letter, babe o’ mine
I’m a-gonna write you a letter, babe o’ mine
I’m a-gonna write you a letter just as quick as times get better
But I’ve gotta get organized, babe o’ mine

I’m goin’ ’round this world, babe o’ mine
I’m a-goin’ around this world, babe o’ mine
I’m a-goin’ ’round it once and I’m goin’ ’round it twice
And I’m a-gonna get organized, babe o’ mine

I’m a-goin’ to California, babe o’ mine
I’m a-goin’ to California, babe o’ mine
I’m a-goin’ to California, it’s a rough and a teejus journey
And I gotta keep organizin’, babe o’ mine

I’m a-gonna leave old North Caroliner, babe o’ mine
I’m a-gonna leave old North Caroliner, babe o’ mine
I’m a-gonna leave old North Caroliner and I’m gonna catch me a boat to Chiner
And I gotta keep organizin’, babe o’ mine

See the sailors’ kids and wives, babe o’ mine
See the sailors’ kids and wives, babe o’ mine
See the sailors’ kids and wives, I’m compelled to save their lives
So I gotta keep organizin’, babe o’ mine

Well, we’ve got to win this race, babe o’ mine
We’ve got to win this race, babe o’ mine
Yes, we’ve got to win this race, put the bosses in their place
And we gotta get organized, babe o’ mine

It’s that good old C. I. O., babe o’ mine
It’s that good old C. I. O., babe o’ mine
It’s that good old C. I. O., ’cause it’s everywhere you go
So we’ll just keep organizin’, babe o’ mine

Organize, organize, babe o’ mine
Organize, organize, babe o’ mine