Standard (EADGBE)
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 wasnt 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 hed come
and the bosses started to pray.
Chorus
Just a boy from Oklahoma
on an endless one-night stand
wandrin 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 servants 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 hed be when the morrow came
He said through his grin,
I put my thumb in the wind
and Im off down the road again.
Chorus
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 servants 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 hes still around.
Ill hold that his fires everlastin
Testify that his voice has rung true
and the ramblin mans ris
and the kingdoms his
but his songs are for me and you.