Woody Guthrie - Dirty Overhalls [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Well, the guns of war have roared
And the bombs and shells have fallen
The war clouds they rumbled as they rolled
I was a soldier in the fight
And we fought till we won;
My uniform's my dirty overalls

This piece of land that I stand on
Is my battlefield and home;
My plow and my hoe is my gun
Clothes don't make no difference at all
We are workers and fighters all;
My uniform's my dirty overalls

Well, I'll give you my sweat
I'll give you my blood
And I'll give you your bread and your wine
Before I'd be any man's slave
I would rot down in my grave
And you can lay me down in my dirty overalls

Well, we settled here to stay
And I'll stick here all my days;
I'll keep marchin' in my dirty overalls