Last thoughts on Woody Guthrie- poem by Bob Dylan - live at the Boulder by Jack Johnson and band.

I’ve heard people say it sounds to ’happy’ for the poem. Goes to show people spent to much time being negative and miss the point. Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’ On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’ In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’ In the words that I’m thinkin’ In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinkin’ Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound