Boy From Oklahoma

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 coalmines 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

Just a boy from Oklahoma

On an endless one-night stand

Wan'drin' and a-ramblin'

Driftin' with the midnights and

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

Just a boy from Oklahoma

On an endless one-night stand

Wan'drin' and a-ramblin'

Driftin' with the midnights and

He played the blues and the ballads

And all that comes between

His heart was in the Union

And his soul was 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

Just a boy from Oklahoma

On an endless one-night stand

Wan'drin' and a-ramblin'

Driftin' with the midnights and

He played the blues and the ballads

And all that came between...