Be Kind To The Boy On The Road
Words by Woody Guthrie,
Music by Billy Bragg
Who is that boy on the white winding highway?
And why does he roam alone?
Is he looking for life on that white winding highway?
For his parents dealt him trouble at home.
You might think he’s wrong standing there on that highway
Oh what a foolish young lad
But you your own self might be standing on that highway
If you had his troubles on your hands.
Don’t point your finger at that boy on the highway
As you travel down this road
Either give him your help or pass him with kindness
Cause he’s got all the trouble that he wants.
Your policeman discourages that boy on the highway
It's hard everywhere that he goes
But the best way to help that boy on the highway
Is to fix all your troubles there at home.
I've heard it said about these rolly stone boys
That they gather no moss in their life
I'll tell you the bee that gets the honey
Ain't the bee that hangs around the hive.
O be kind to that boy on that white winding highway
As you travel on there alone
Remember the men that wrote your bible
Are the men that gave up their homes.
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