Jester,
This song is on Andy's Rain on the Roof CD
Written by him as a tribute to Woody Guthrie.

NEVER TIRE OF THE ROAD
Andy Irvine

I was just a small-town country boy when I left that country town,
Route 66 to the westward and 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 is a-calling me.
And the dark road leads me onwards, and the highway that's my code,
And the lonesome voice that I heard said: Never tire of the road.

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

Shipped on board a liberty ship to sail the ocean blue.
We were carrying guns, TNT, D-Day soldiers, too.
All of the men on board agreed
With Cisco, Jimmy, Longhi and me,
And our song rang out across the sea:
You fascists bound to lose.
All you fascists bound to lose.
Yes, all you fascists bound to lose.
I said: all you fascists bound to lose.
You're bound to lose. You fascists bound to lose.

Don't let them ever fool you or take you by surprise,
That dirty smell of a 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 discontent we'll fan
For the cause that never dies.


Regards
Grubby