| Lyrics: | John Stewart
Chorus:
Comin' from the mountains, across the Northern plains. It's off to
California,
then back again to Maine.
Singin' a song that you all know, then let your
voices go. So sing it out, my
brothers, wherever we may go.
We traveled here, we
traveled there, we traveled ev'rywhere. We go by air, we
go by rail, any place they pay us
scale.
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go
(chorus)
The folk group has a banjo
because it's really in. I'll let you hear my banjo
ring when I learn to play the
thing!
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go
(chorus)
The boys with Davy Crockett
who died at the Alamo, I heard them say when they
attacked, |
