Who is that boy on the white winding highway?
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
O’ what a foolish young lad!
But you yourself might be standing on that highway
If you’d 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 ‘bout rolling stone boys
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!
Oh 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 who gave up their homes!
Words: Woody Guthrie | Music: Billy Bragg
Jay Bennett: organ
Billy Bragg: electric guitar, vocal
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: bass
Jeff Tweedy: electric guitar