T ravelling across the c ountry
Playing on the circuit l ine
Sometimes I think ab out a man
Who was h ere before my t ime
N amed for the 28th p resident
With a G uthrie tacked to the e nd
Born in O kemah s hoes
With the D ust Bowl b lues
He's a f riend of the working m an
Now he wasn't fond of N ew York buildings
That tried to touch the s ky
Or the West Virginia c oal mines
That t ook so many l ives
For the w ay they drove the migrant w orkers
Back i nto Mexico w ay
The s cabs they'd r un
When they'd h eard he'd c ome
And the b osses started to p ray
Just a b oy from Oklah oma
On an e ndless one-night s tand
W andering and a-r ambling
D rifting with the midnight s and
S inging the blues and b allads
And w hatever came bet ween
Well his h eart was in the Union
But his s oul was reaching o ut for the servant's d ream
Now I was talking to a m an
M et him in a bar near Clovis t own
He said the whole place was s haking
As they were p assing his songs ar ound
And t hen somebody a sked him
Where he'd b e when tomorrow c ame
He just s aid with a g rin
"I put my t humb in the w ind
And I'm o ff down the road ag ain"
Just a b oy from Oklah oma
On an e ndless one-night s tand
W andering and a-r ambling
D rifting with the midnight s and
S inging the blues and b allads
And w hatever came bet ween
His h eart was in the Union
But his s oul was reaching o ut for the servant's d ream
Now you know Woody G uthrie
Is dead and buried in the g round
Sometimes I sing his s ongs
I get to t hinking that he's still ar ound
'Cause his f ire is everl asting
His c ourse was run t rue
That old r ambling man's r isen
And the k ingdom is h is
But his s ongs are for me and y ou
Just a b oy from Oklah oma
On an e ndless one-night s tand
W andering and a-r ambling
D rifting with the midnight s and
P laying the blues and b allads
And w hatever he came bet ween
His h eart was in the Union
His s oul was reaching o ut for the servant's d ream
