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