Now, what's up with the walkin' man?
I wonder where he's gone
Marching down to Birmingham
I think I'll tag along
Was a walkin' man come by here
A hundred years ago
Walkin' down a trail of tears
Out to Oklahoma, oh
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
It sure does smell like rain
Woody Guthrie was a walkin' man
In the dust ball days
Had a 6-string guitar in his hand
Killed a fascist every day
Chuck Berry is a walkin' man
So was Gandhi too
Lace me up I'm all broken
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 a walkin' man
I tell you what I'd do
I'd walk away and not come back
Til I got to Katmandu-dah
Doo-dah, all the doo-dah-day