Now what’s up with the walkin’ man   I wonder where he’s gone   Marchin’ down to Birmingham   I think I’ll tag along   Was a walkin’ man come by here   A hundred years ago   Walkin’ down the trail of tears   Out to Oklahom-i-o out to Oklahome      Hand me down my walkin’ shoes   Hand me down my cane   Tune me up my mandolin   I’ll be on my way, hey sure does smell like rain      Woody Guthrie was a walkin’ man   In the dust bowl days   Had a six string guitar in his hands   He killed a fascist every day   Chuck Berry is a walkin’ man   So was Ghandi too   Lace me up my ol’ Brogans   That’s just what I’ll do   I got walkin’ left to do      Hand me down my walkin’ shoes   Hand me down my cane   Tune me up my mandolin   I’ll be on my way, hey   If I had shoes like the walkin’ man   Tell you what I’d do   I’d walk away and not come back   ‘Till I got to Katmandu-da-do-da   All the do-da-day