Boy from Oklahoma
Home Travelin? cross the country playin? on my 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,
Friend of the workin? man.
Now he wasn't partial to New York buildings that tried to touch the sky
Or eWst Virginia coal mines that took so many lives
Or 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
Wanderin? and a-ramblin? and 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 they was passing his songs around.
In between a tune my friend asked him where he?d be when the morrow came
And he said through his grin, ?I put my thumb in the wind
And I'm off down the road again.?
?I'm 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
But sometimes I sing his songs, and I get to thinkin? that he's still around.
?Cause I'll hold that his fire is everlastin?, I'll testify that his course was run true
And the ramblin? man's ris?, and the kingdom's his
But his songs are for me and you.
Writer(s): Willis Alan Ramsey
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