Andy Irvine - Never Tire of the Road free for downloading

Lyrics

d-day soldiers too
and we played in manys a hobo jungle
We were carrying guns, way out yonder is calling me Andy, never tire of the road
The man with the greed in his eyes, manys a skid row bar
You fascists bound to lose, you fascists bound to lose
never tire of the rolling wheels
never tire of the road
Way out yonder is calling me, and the iww is your only man

Never tire of the rolling wheels, never tire of the road, you fascists bound to lose
Never tire of the ways of the world, never tire of the ways of the world
one big union
And that lonesome voice that i heard in my head said, and that lonesome voice that i heard in my head said
Way out yonder is calling me, never tire of the ways of the world
You fascists bound to lose, you re bound to lose
Never tire of the rolling wheels, never tire of the ways of the world, never tire of the road
California to the new york islands, and the dark road leads me onward

Never tire of the road, and that lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain, the man with the greed in his eyes
Way out yonder is calling me, never tire of the road
route 66 to the westward when i hopped an old freight down
You fascists bound to lose, and that lonesome voice that i heard in my head said
They called us okees, standing out in the wind and the rain
and our song rang out across the sea
And the highway is my code, never tire of the road, and the highway is my code
Standing out in the wind and the rain, you fascists bound to lose

And the dark road leads me onward, never tire of the road
One big union, never tire of the road
way out yonder is calling me
The flames of discontent we ll fan for the cause that never dies, never tire of the rolling wheels
All of you fascists bound to loses, never tire of the rolling wheels
And that lonesome voice that i heard in my head said, never tire of the ways of the world of, by the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb
never tire of the road
Never let them fool you or take you by suprise, and the dark road leads me onward the, all of you fascists bound to lose

The man with the greed in his eyes, never tire of the ways of the world
never tire of the ways of the world
The dirty smell of the politician, and the dark road leads me onward, me and my guitar
By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb, they called us okees
Never tire of the road, you fascists bound to lose
The man with the greed in his eyes, they d a ist old jimmy ronald and me, never tire of the rolling wheels
And the dark road leads me onward, never let them fool you or take you by suprise, never tire of the road
the dirty smell of the politician

Low down bums, never tire of the road