Never Tire of the Road - Andy Irvine

I was just a small time country boy when I left that dusty town

Route 66 to the Westward when I hopped an old freight down

California, here I come!

By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb

They called us okees, low down bums

The police on us frowned

Never tire of the Road!

Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,

way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code

And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said

«Never tire of the road»

California to the New York islands, me and my guitar

And we played in manys a hobo jungle, manys a skid row bar

Standing out in the wind and the rain

And that lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain

When you’re waiting for some old freight train that carries an empty car

Never tire of the Road!

Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,

way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code

And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said

«Never tire of the road»

I 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, they’d a**ist old Jimmy Ronald 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 loses,

all of you fascists bound to lose

You’re bound to lose, you fascists bound to lose

Never tire of the Road!

Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,

way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code

And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said

«Never tire of the road»

Never let them fool you or take you by suprise

The dirty smell of the politician, the man with the greed in his eyes

One big union, that’s our plan!

And the IWW is your only man

The flames of discontent we’ll fan for the cause that never dies

Never tire of the Road!

Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,

way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code

And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said

«Never tire of the road»