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 Travelin’ across the country

 playin’ on the circuit line

 sometimes I think about a man

 who was here before my time.

 Named for the 28th president

 with a Guthrie tacked to the end.

 born in Okemah shoes

 with the Dust Bowl blues,

 a friend of the working man.

 Now he wasn’t partial to New York buildings

 that tried to touch the sky

 West Virginia coal mines that took so many lives

 for the way they drove the migrant workers

 back over into Mexico way.

 and the scabs they run

 when they heard he’d come

 and the bosses started to pray.

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 Just a boy from Oklahoma

 on an endless one-night stand

 wan’drin’ and a-ramblin’

 driftin’ with the midnight sand.

 He played the blues and the ballads

 and all that came between

 his heart was in the Union

 and his soul was reachin’ out

 for the servant’s dream.

 Now I was talking to a man that met him

 in a bar near Clovis town.

 He said the whole place was a-shakin’

 as he was passing his songs around.

In between the tunes he asked him

 where he’d be when the morrow came

 He said through his grin,

 I put my thumb in the wind

 and I’m off down the road again.

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 Just a boy from Oklahoma

 on an endless one-night stand

 I wander and I ramble

 and I drift with the midnight sand.

 I play the blues and the ballads

 and all that comes between

 my heart is in the Union

 and my soul is reachin’ out

 for the servant’s dream.

 Now you know that Woody Guthrie

 Is dead and buried in the ground

 Sometimes I sing his songs

 and I get to thinkin’ that he’s still around.

 I’ll hold that his fires everlastin’

 Testify that his voice has rung true

 and the ramblin’ man’s ris’

 and the kingdom’s his

 but his songs are for me and you.

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