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I was just a smalltime country boy
When I left that dusty town
Route 66 to the westward
And I hopped an old freight down
California here I come
By the side door
Pullman and the sunburnt thumb
And they called us Okies, lowdown bums
And the police on us frowned.
Chorus:
Never tire of the road
Never tire of the rolling wheel
Never tire of the ways of the world
Way out yonder’s calling me
And the dark road leads me onwards
And the highway that’s my code
And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
Never tire of the road.
California to the New York Island
My and my guitar
And we played in many’s a hobo jungle
Many’s a skid row bar
Standing out in the wind and the rain
That lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain
When you’re waiting for some old freight train
That carries an empty car.
(Chorus)
Don’t let them ever fool you
Or take you by surprise
The dirty smell of the politician
And the man with the greed in his eyes
One Big Union that’s our plan
And the IWW’s your only man
The flames of discotent to fan
For the cause that never dies.
(Chorus)
Anmerkung von Andy Irvine:
"This started out as a song about my great hero, Woody Guthrie. Somewhere along the way it made a slight diversion and took in the early days of the "Wobblies" (Industrial Workers of the World) who followed the harvest in the Wstern States of America and, I suppose, just about anybody who finds themselves with a job of Hard Travelling."
"Never Tire Of The Road, the Woody Guthry tribute, is a wonderful song with such a glorious unbending spirit, it might easily have been written by the man himself!"
(Colin Irvin in "Folk Roots").
