Walkin' Man - Guy Clark Lyrics
Walkin' Man
I wonder where he’s gone
Marchin’ down to Birmingham
I think I’ll tag along
Was a walkin’ man come by here
A hundred years ago
Walkin’ down the trail of tears
Out to Oklahom-i-o out to Oklahome
Hand me down my walkin’ shoes
Tune me up my mandolin
I’ll be on my way, hey sure does smell like rain
Woody Guthrie was a walkin’ man
In the dust bowl days
Had a six string guitar in his hands
He killed a fascist every day
Chuck Berry is a walkin’ man
So was Ghandi too
Lace me up my ol’ Brogans
That’s just what I’ll do
I got walkin’ left to do
Hand me down my walkin’ shoes
Hand me down my cane
Tune me up my mandolin
I’ll be on my way, hey
If I had shoes like the walkin’ man
Tell you what I’d do
I’d walk away and not come back
‘Till I got to Katmandu-da-do-da
All the do-da-day
[Thanks to Rodrigo Medeiros for lyrics]