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PUBLISHER'S CONTACTS:

TRO-Essex Music Group
Attn: Christina Sayles
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor
New York, NY 10018-6609
T: 212-594-9795 x24
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Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
(Administered by BMG Chrysalis)
Attn: Gregg Barron
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600,
Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: (323) 969-0988
E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
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Sanga Music Group
(Administered by Bicycle Music)
449 South Beverly Drive, Suite 300
Beverly Hills, CA 90212 
T: 310-286-6600
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Michael Goldsen Music, Inc.
6124 Selma Avenue
Hollywood, CA 90068


MCA Music Publishing
c/o Universal Music, Inc
2440 Sepulveda Boulevard, #100
Los Angeles, CA 90064


 

 

The Sun Jumped Up
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Tim O'Brien

The sun jumped up in the middle of the east at five fifteen this morning
The wife jumped up to feed the kid at five fifteen this morning
The sun jumped up in the middle of the east

And the wife jumped up in the middle of the bed
And I jumped up in the middle of a dream at five fifteen this morning

The woman got the kid all fed by six fifteen this morning
And I had done made up our bed at six fifteen this morning
The baby played on dancing feet and the woman stirred up a bite to eat
But that dream still pounded in my head at six fifteen this morning

I walked to work and the sun got warm at seven fifteen this morning
I held my lunch pail under my arm at seven fifteen this morning
That dream kept ringing in my ear and getting plainer and coming clearer
Getting bigger and drawing near at seven fifteen this morning

I guess you know how some dreams are at eight fifteen this morning
You can't remember what they are at eight fifteen this morning
I scratched my head at the factory gate and I run to keep from being late
And the clock said fifteen after eight at eight fifteen this morning

I waved to the boss and I talked to my friends at nine fifteen this morning
I was fishing around inside my brain at nine fifteen this morning
I seen my dream like a haze or a snatch or a blaze from some old fiery match
But the rest of my dream I could not catch at nine fifteen this morning

So at fifteen minutes after ten or ten fifteen this morning
I told my trouble to all my friends at ten fifteen this morning
I told them my dream was as plain as day and how it run like a rabbit away
They said, "Keep trying if it takes all day!" at ten fifteen this morning

 


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