Well, the leaves have come to turningAnd the goose has gone to flyAnd bridges are for buningSo don't you let that yearningPass you byWalking man, walking man walksWell, any other man stops and talksBut the walking man walks
Well the frost is on the pumpkinAnd the hay is in the barnAn pappy's come to rambling onStumbling around drunkDown on the farm
And the walking man walksDoesn't know nothing at allAny other man stops and talksBut the walking man walks on byWalk on by
Most everybody's got seed to sowIt ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh noSo he don't hoe the row for no oneOh for sure he's always missingAnd something is never quite rightAh, but who would want to listen to youKissing his existence good night
Walking man walk on by my doorWell, any other man stops and talksBut not the walking manHe's the walking manBorn to walkWalk on walking manWell now, would he have wings to flyWould he be freeGolden wings against the skyWalking man, walk on bySo long, walking man, so long
