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