Boy From Oklahoma

Trave[D]lin’ across the count[G]ry
playi[A]n’ on the circuit lin[D]e
somet[D]imes I think about a m[Bm]an
who was he[E7]re before my ti[A]me.
Na[G]med for the 28th pres[D]ident
with a Gu[G]thrie tacked to the e[A]nd.
born in Ok[D]emah sho[A]es
with the Du[C]st Bowl bl[G]ues,
a friend of the working m[D]an.
Now he w[D]asn’t partial to New Y[G]ork buildings
that tr[A]ied to touch the s[D]ky
Wes[D]t Virginia coal m[Bm]ines that t[E7]ook so many l[A7]ives
for the w[G]ay they drove the migrant wo[D]rkers
back o[G]ver into Mexico w[A]ay.
and the sc[D]abs they r[A]un
when they he[C]ard he’d c[G]ome
and the bosses started to p[D]ray.

Just a b[G]oy from Oklah[A]oma
on an e[D]ndless one-night s[Bm]tand
wa[G]n’drin’ and a-r[A]amblin’
dr[D]iftin’ with the midnight s[Bm]and.
He pla[G]yed the blues and the ba[A]llads
and a[D]ll that came bet[G]ween
his h[Em]eart was in the Union
and his s[C]oul was reachin’ o[A]ut
for the servant’s dr[D]eam. [Am]       [D]

Now I was ta[D]lking to a man that m[G]et him
in a b[A]ar near Clovis town.[D]
He s[D]aid the whole place was a-s[Bm]hakin’
as he was p[E7]assing his songs ar[A7]ound.
[G]In between the tunes he as[D]ked him
where he’d [G]be when the morrow c[A]ame
He s[D]aid through his g[A]rin,
I put my th[C]umb in the w[G]ind
and I’m off down the road aga[D]in.

Just a b[G]oy from Oklah[A]oma
on an e[D]ndless one-night st[Bm]and
I w[G]ander and I ra[A]mble
and I dr[D]ift with the midnight s[Bm]and.
I pl[G]ay the blues and the bal[A]lads
and a[D]ll that comes betw[G]een
my h[Em]eart is in the Union
and my s[C]oul is reachin’ o[A]ut
for the servant’s dr[D]eam.   [Am]           [D]

Now you k[D]now that Woody Gu[G]thrie
Is dead and bu[A]ried in the gr[D]ound
Someti[D]mes I sing his son[Bm]gs
and I get to t[E7]hinkin’ that he’s still aro[A7]und.
I’ll ho[G]ld that his fires everla[D]stin’
Te[G]stify that his voice has rung t[A]rue
and the ra[D]mblin’ man’s r[A]is’
and the ki[C]ngdom’s h[G]is
but his songs are for me and y[D]ou.