Never Tire of the Road (Andy Irvine), The Green Fields of America (trad).
We are all great admirers of Andy Irvine, and this song has been sung in the bus on many’s the long journey over the years and has lifted our spirits. We thought it was high time we recorded it!
I was just a small time country boy when I left that dusty town, Route 66 to the Westward when I hopped an old freight down. California, here I come! By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb,
They called us okees, low down bums, And the police on us frowned.
Never tire of the Road! Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world, way out yonder is calling me. And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code, And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said, “Never tire of the road”.
California to the New York islands, me and my guitar, And we played in manys a hobo jungle, manys a skid row bar. Standing out in the wind and the rain, And that lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain, When you’re waiting for some old freight train that carries an empty car.