I was just a smalltime 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 And they called us Okies, lowdown bums And 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 calling me And the dark road leads me onwards And the highway that’s my code And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said Never tire of the road. California to the New York Island My 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. (Chorus) 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 discotent to fan For the cause that never dies. (Chorus) Anmerkung von Andy Irvine: "This started out as a song about my great hero, Woody Guthrie. Somewhere along the way it made a slight diversion and took in the early days of the "Wobblies" (Industrial Workers of the World) who followed the harvest in the Wstern States of America and, I suppose, just about anybody who finds themselves with a job of Hard Travelling." "Never Tire Of The Road, the Woody Guthry tribute, is a wonderful song with such a glorious unbending spirit, it might easily have been written by the man himself!" (Colin Irvin in "Folk Roots").