Traveling across the country
Playing on the 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
He's a friend of the working man

Now he wasn't fond of New York buildings
That tried to touch the sky
Or the West Virginia coal mines 
That took so many lives
For the way they drove the migrant workers
Back into Mexico way
The scabs they'd run
When they'd heard he'd come
And the bosses started to pray

Just a boy from Oklahoma
On an endless one-night stand
Wandering and a-rambling
Drifting with the midnight sand
Singing the blues and ballads
And whatever came between
Well, his heart was in the Union
But his soul was reaching out for the servant's dream

Now I was talking to a man 
Met him in a bar near Clovis town
He said the whole place was shaking
As they were passing his songs around
And then somebody asked him
Where he'd be when tomorrow came
He just said with a grin:
"I put my thumb in the wind
And I'm off down the road again"

Just a boy from Oklahoma
On an endless one-night stand
Wandering and a-rambling
Drifting with the midnight sand
Singing the blues and ballads
And whatever came between
Well, his heart was in the Union
But his soul was reaching out for the servant's dream 

Now you know Woody Guthrie
Is dead and buried in the ground
Sometimes I sing his songs
I get to thinking that he's still around
'Cause his fire is everlasting
His course was run true
That old rambling man's risen
And the kingdom is his
But his songs are for me and you

 Just a boy from Oklahoma
On an endless one-night stand
Wandering and a-rambling
Drifting with the midnight sand
Singing the blues and ballads
And whatever came between
Well, his heart was in the Union
But his soul was reaching out for the servant's dream