A few contemporay verses. Sprinkle them with the old.

MORE HARD TRAVELING
Based on Hard Traveling
Original words & music by Woody Guthrie
©1959 TRO-Ludlow Music
New words by Stephen L. Suffet ©2003

Use first stanza as chorus ad lib.


I've been doing some hard traveling,
I thought you knowed,
I've been doing some hard traveling,
Way down the road,
Just like back in Woody's day,
Work real hard, ain't got much pay,
And I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

I've been working in an office pool,
I thought you knowed,
Working like a God damned fool,
Way down the road,
The boss he says, "Your job's white collar,"
Then he pays me bottom dollar,
I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

I've been driving an eighteen wheeler,
I thought you knowed,
I've been hauling a semi-trailer,
Way down the road,
Al my benefits now are void,
Because they say I'm self-employed,
And I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

I've been flipping stacks of burgers,
I thought you knowed,
Along with other fast food workers,
Way down the road,
Some even got a college degree,
Or maybe a master's, just like me,
Oh, I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

I've been working in an all-night grocery,
I thought you knowed,
Waiting for that night time robbery,
Way down the road,
I risk my life in a plastic cage,
Just to make the minimum wage,
And I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

Oh, I've been hitting some hard harvesting,
I thought you knowed,
From North Dakota to Kansas City,
Way down the road,
It might sound weird, it might sound strange,
But some things just never change,
So I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

I've been walking the streets of Baghdad,
I thought you knowed,
Got my my rifle and my army knapsack,
Way down the road,
We're sitting ducks, we're all alone,
It's up to you to bring us home,
So I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

And I've been laying in a hard rock jail cell,
I thought you knowed,
Thank you, Governor Rockefeller,
Way down the road,
When you got no job, you got no hope,
It's fifteen years for a gram of dope,
And I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

I've been hitching my country's highways,
I thought you knowed,
From Interstates to rural byways,
Way down the road,
I ain't got a nickel, I ain't got a dime,
But I know this land is yours and mine,
And I've been doing some hard traveling, Lord!

Feel free to use these verses in live performance. If you wish to publish or record them, please get my permission. Thanks.

--- Steve