Lyrics
Hand me down my walking shoes, chuck berry is a walking man, now what s up with the walking man
Hand me down my walking shoes, until got to katmandu-da-do-da
He killed a fascist every day, chuck berry is a walking man
All the do-da-day, i ll be on my way
i ll be on my way
i think i ll tag along
I d walk away and not come back, marching down to birmingham, hey sure does smell like rain
In the dust bowl days, tune me up my mandolin, woody guthrie was a walking man
Until got to katmandu-da-do-da, in the dust bowl days
Tune me up my mandolin, so was ghandi too
I got walking left to do, so was ghandi too, had a six string guitar in his hands
That s just what i ll do, i wonder where he s gone
Until got to katmandu-da-do-da, i think i ll tag along, all the do-da-day
hey sure does smell like rain
Tell you what i d do, hey sure does smell like rain, a hundred years ago
had a six string guitar in his hands
i think i ll tag along
Out to oklahom-i-o out to oklahome, i wonder where he s gone
Hand me down my walking shoes, walking down the trail of tears, he killed a fascist every day
He killed a fascist every day, was a walking man come by here
Now what s up with the walking man, that s just what i ll do, i ll be on my way
Hand me down my walking shoes, i got walking left to do Man, until got to katmandu-da-do-da
He killed a fascist every day, a hundred years ago
had a six string guitar in his hands
marching down to birmingham
that s just what i ll do
I ll be on my way, woody guthrie was a walking man
so was ghandi too
So was ghandi too, walking down the trail of tears Clark, i d walk away and not come back
I d walk away and not come back, chuck berry is a walking man
was a walking man come by here
I wonder where he s gone, a hundred years ago
A hundred years ago, chuck berry is a walking man
so was ghandi too
woody guthrie was a walking man
walking down the trail of tears
I ll be on my way, now what s up with the walking man
Walking down the trail of tears, so was ghandi too
he killed a fascist every day
I wonder where he s gone, had a six string guitar in his hands
Out to oklahom-i-o out to oklahome, was a walking man come by here, was a walking man come by here
all the do-da-day
Hand me down my cane, chuck berry is a walking man, out to oklahom-i-o out to oklahome
Until got to katmandu-da-do-da, was a walking man come by here, hand me down my walking shoes
Was a walking man come by here, tell you what i d do
All the do-da-day, i think i ll tag along, that s just what i ll do
Tune me up my mandolin, tell you what i d do
Hand me down my walking shoes, tune me up my mandolin Walking, i think i ll tag along
So was ghandi too, chuck berry is a walking man Man, hand me down my cane
Marching down to birmingham, i think i ll tag along
had a six string guitar in his hands
until got to katmandu-da-do-da
hand me down my cane
So was ghandi too, walking down the trail of tears Man, so was ghandi too