"Left wing, chicken wing, it don't make no difference to me"
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Guthrie turns politics into lunch-counter slang, and that casualness is the point. “Left wing, chicken wing” lands like a tossed-off rhyme you’d hear on a dusty bus ride, not a manifesto. It’s funny, a little bratty, and built to travel: short enough to remember, bouncy enough to sing, sharp enough to needle anyone demanding a tidy label. The deliberate ungrammar (“it don’t make no difference”) isn’t ignorance; it’s alignment. Guthrie’s voice is the working-class vernacular of the 1930s and 40s, when people were being sorted by party, ideology, and suspicion while trying to survive drought, foreclosure, and bosses with all the leverage.
The subtext is less “I’m apolitical” than “your spectrum isn’t my primary reality.” Guthrie spent his career writing pro-union, anti-fascist, anti-exploitation songs; he wasn’t neutral about power. The line reads as a refusal to be recruited into abstract factionalism, especially the kind that turns solidarity into a purity test. It’s also a jab at the way political identity can become performance: wing vs wing, team vs team, while the material stakes stay the same for the people at the bottom.
In the era of Red Scares and blacklists, there’s another edge: plausible deniability. A joke can slip past gatekeepers. Guthrie’s genius is how he makes that shrug feel like a weapon - a folksy dismissal that keeps attention where he wanted it all along: on hunger, wages, landlords, and the rigged terms of everyday life.
The subtext is less “I’m apolitical” than “your spectrum isn’t my primary reality.” Guthrie spent his career writing pro-union, anti-fascist, anti-exploitation songs; he wasn’t neutral about power. The line reads as a refusal to be recruited into abstract factionalism, especially the kind that turns solidarity into a purity test. It’s also a jab at the way political identity can become performance: wing vs wing, team vs team, while the material stakes stay the same for the people at the bottom.
In the era of Red Scares and blacklists, there’s another edge: plausible deniability. A joke can slip past gatekeepers. Guthrie’s genius is how he makes that shrug feel like a weapon - a folksy dismissal that keeps attention where he wanted it all along: on hunger, wages, landlords, and the rigged terms of everyday life.
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