Now, what's up with the walkin' man?nI wonder where he's gonenMarching down to BirminghamnI think I'll tag alongnnWas a walkin' man come by herenA hundred years agonWalkin' down a trail of tearsnOut to Oklahoma, ohnOut to OklahomennHand me down my walkin' shoesnHand me down my canenTune me up my mandolinnI'll be on my way, heynIt sure does smell like rain nnWoody Guthrie was a walkin' mannIn the dust ball daysnHad a 6-string guitar in his handnKilled a fascist every daynnChuck Berry is a walkin' mannSo was Gandhi toonLace me up I'm all brokennThat's just what I'll donI got walkin' left to donnHand me down my walkin' shoesnHand me down my canenTune me up my mandolinnI'll be on my way, heynIf I had shoes like a walkin' mannI tell you what I'd donI'd walk away and not come backnTil I got to Katmandu-dahnDoo-dah, all the doo-dah-day