A Tribute to Woody Guthrie's Folk Songs

I was a stranger,
In this far off land,
Nobody touched me,
With their gentle hands,
Had to find out on my own,
That the law was off my side,
And whever I traveled,
A bandit couldn't hide,
I guess that I rambled,
For too long this time,
Maybe I will meet you,
In your piece of mind

I'm clinging to dreams
As I'm walking alone,
They can't even see,
All they have been shown,
With a day old prayer,
And a worn out garments,
If my money's still there,
Dead in my hands, sacred parchment

I'll die an outlaw,
But I ain't crying,
I won't surrender myself,
In my time of dying,
Nobody ever rambles,
And nobody fades away,
Walking this deserted ground,
When no one will dig my grave