Willis Alan Ramsey
 Boy from Oklahoma


 Travelin’ across the country
 playin’ 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,
 a friend of the working man.

 Now he wasn’t partial to New York buildings
 that tried to touch the sky
 Or West Virginia coal mines that took so many lives
 Or the way they drove the migrant workers
 back over into Mexico way.
 and the scabs they run
 when they heard he’d come
 and the bosses started to pray.

 Chorus:
 Just a boy from Oklahoma
 on an endless one-night stand
 wan’drin’ and ramblin’
 and driftin’ with the midnight sand.
 He played the blues and the ballads
 and all that came between
 his heart was in the Union
 and his soul was reachin’ out
 for the servant’s dream.

 Now I was talking to a man that met him
 in a bar near Clovis town.
 He said the whole place was a-shakin’
 as they was passing his songs around.
 In between the tunes he asked him
 where he’d be when the morrow came
 He said through his grin,
 “I put my thumb in the wind
 and I’m off down the road again.”

 “I’m just a boy from Oklahoma
 on an endless one-night stand
 I wander and I ramble
 and I drift with the midnight sand.
 I play the blues and the ballads
 and all that comes between
 my heart is in the Union
 and my soul is reachin’ out
 for the servant’s dream.”

 Now you know that Woody Guthrie
 Is dead and buried in the ground
 Sometimes I sing his songs
 and I get to thinkin’ that he’s still around.
 I’ll hold that his fires everlastin’
 I’ll testify that his course was run true
 and the ramblin’ man’s ris’
 and the kingdom’s his
 but his songs are for me and you.

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