Guy Clark Walkin' Man
Now what’s up with the 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
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 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
