Never Tire of the Road

I was just a small-time country boy when I left that dusty town
Route 66 to the westward and I hopped an old freight down
California, here I come
By the side-door Pullman and the sunburnt thumb
They called us Okies lowdown bums
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's a-calling me
And the dark road leads me onwards, and the highway that's my code
The lonesome voice that I heard in my head said, "Never tire of the road"

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

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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
With Cisco, Jimmy Longhi 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 lose
Yes, all of 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,
The dirty smell of the 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

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