| D | G | |
| Trave | lin' across the count | ry |
| A | D | |
| playi | n' on the circuit lin | e |
| D | Bm | |
| somet | imes I think about a m | an |
| E7 | A | |
| who was he | re before my ti | me. |
| G | D | |
| Na | med for the 28th pres | ident |
| G | A | |
| with a Gu | thrie tacked to the e | nd. |
| D | A | |
| born in Ok | emah sho | es |
| C | G | |
| with the Du | st Bowl bl | ues, |
| D | |
| a friend of the working m | an. |
| D | G | |
| Now he w | asn't partial to New Y | ork buildings |
| A | D | |
| that tr | ied to touch the s | ky |
| D | Bm | E7 | A7 | |
| Wes | t Virginia coal m | ines that t | ook so many l | ives |
| G | D | |
| for the w | ay they drove the migrant wo | rkers |
| G | A | |
| back o | ver into Mexico w | ay. |
| D | A | |
| and the sc | abs they r | un |
| C | G | |
| when they he | ard he'd c | ome |
| D | |
| and the bosses started to p | ray. |
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| G | A | |
| Just a b | oy from Oklah | oma |
| D | Bm | |
| on an e | ndless one-night s | tand |
| G | A | |
| wa | n'drin' and a-r | amblin' |
| D | Bm | |
| dr | iftin' with the midnight s | and. |
| G | A | |
| He pla | yed the blues and the ba | llads |
| D | G | |
| and a | ll that came bet | ween |
| Em | |
| his h | eart was in the Union |
| C | A | |
| and his s | oul was reachin' o | ut |
| D | Am | D | |
| for the servant's dr | eam. |
| D | G | |
| Now I was ta | lking to a man that m | et him |
| A | D | |
| in a b | ar near Clovis town. |
| D | Bm | |
| He s | aid the whole place was a-s | hakin' |
| E7 | A7 | |
| as he was p | assing his songs ar | ound. |
| G | D | |
| In between the tunes he as | ked him |
| G | A | |
| where he'd | be when the morrow c | ame |
| D | A | |
| He s | aid through his g | rin, |
| C | G | |
| I put my th | umb in the w | ind |
| D | |
| and I'm off down the road aga | in. |
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| G | A | |
| Just a b | oy from Oklah | oma |
| D | Bm | |
| on an e | ndless one-night st | and |
| G | A | |
| I w | ander and I ra | mble |
| D | Bm | |
| and I dr | ift with the midnight s | and. |
| G | A | |
| I pl | ay the blues and the bal | lads |
| D | G | |
| and a | ll that comes betw | een |
| Em | |
| my h | eart is in the Union |
| C | A | |
| and my s | oul is reachin' o | ut |
| D | Am | D | |
| for the servant's dr | eam. |
| D | G | |
| Now you k | now that Woody Gu | thrie |
| A | D | |
| Is dead and bu | ried in the gr | ound |
| D | Bm | |
| Someti | mes I sing his son | gs |
| E7 | A7 | |
| and I get to t | hinkin' that he's still aro | und. |
| G | D | |
| I'll ho | ld that his fires everla | stin' |
| G | A | |
| Te | stify that his voice has rung t | rue |
| D | A | |
| and the ra | mblin' man's r | is' |
| C | G | |
| and the ki | ngdom's h | is |
| D | |
| but his songs are for me and y | ou. |
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