Never Tire of the Road - Tempest

Never Tire of the Road, written by Andy Irvine,is a tribute to Woody Guthrie.

I was just a small time country boy when I left that dusty town,
Route 66 to the Westward when I hopped an old freight down.
California, here I come!
By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb,
They called us okees, low down bums,
The police on us frowned.

Never tire of the Road!
Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world, way out yonder is calling me.
And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code,
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said,
"Never tire of the road".

California to the New York islands, me and my guitar,
And we played in manys a hobo jungle, manys a skid row bar.
Standing out in the wind and the rain,
And that lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain,
When you're waiting for some old freight train that carries an empty car.

Never tire of the Road!
Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world, way out yonder is calling me.
And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code,
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said,
"Never tire of the road".

I shipped on board of a liberty ship to sail the ocean blue,
We were carrying guns, TnT, D-Day soldiers too.
All of the men on board agreed, they'd assist old Jimmy Ronald and me,
And our song rang out across the sea, you Fascists bound to lose.
All of you fascists bound to lose, all of you fascists bound to loses, all of you fascists bound to lose,
You're bound to lose, you fascists bound to lose.

Never tire of the Road!
Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world, way out yonder is calling me.
And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code,
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said,
"Never tire of the road".

Never let them fool you or take you by suprise,
The dirty smell of the politician, the man with the greed in his eyes.
One big union, that's our plan!
And the IWW is your only man,
The flames of discontent we'll fan for the cause that never dies.

Never tire of the Road!
Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world, way out yonder is calling me.
And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code,
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said,
"Never tire of the road".

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