Walkin' Man Lyrics - Guy Clark

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