He wanders across the country
in search of Woody Guthrie
every back road a song for his mind.
I'm sure he'll work when he needs to
then try to strum away his blues—
finding his life one town at a time.
I won't mention the number
who think he's just a-bummin'
a scoundrel with no notion of paradise,
but he's in tune with a vision
as deep as any river
and he follows it wherever it winds.
I got a letter today
from Anywhere, U.S.A.
and didn't have to guess who'd penned the lines—
it said," don't worry at all, dad,
I'll be back in the fall,
telling stories that'll echo through the pines."
