Walking Man

Now what’s up with the walking man
I wonder where he’s gone
Marching down to Birmingham
I think I’ll tag along
Was a walking man come by here
A hundred years ago
Walking down the trail of tears
Out to Oklahom-i-o out to Oklahome
Hand me down my walking shoes
Hand me down my cane
Tune me up my mandolin
I’ll be on my way
Hey sure does smell like rain
Woody Guthrie was a walking man
In the dust bowl days
Had a six string guitar in his hands
He killed a fascist every day
Chuck Berry is a walking man
So was Ghandi too
Lace me up my old Brogans
That’s just what I’ll do
I got walking left to do
Tell you what I’d do
I’d walk away and not come back
Until got to Katmandu-da-do-da
All the do-da-day