Been reading "Ramblin' Man: The Life and Times of Woody Guthrie", 2006, by Ed Cray
It took me a while to get to it, and though it ain't nearly as good as "Bound For Glory," it's well worth the read.
Anyway, the following lyrics popped out. When I finish arguing with myself and I find a melody (that usually takes a while, especially the arguing part) I'll post it.
:-)
They called him a fellow traveler
Far and wide, he crossed the land
A friend to all, this constant rambler
And a hard travelin’ man
He was born in Oklahoma
Down around Okemah way
Through the dust storms in Pampa, Texas
Westward bound for old L.A.
He broke out that Martin guitar
And he sang him a song or two
Just as soon as he got thar
It was Woodrow and Lefty Lou
He made his way to the northwest
To Oregon he had come
Writin’ songs ‘bout the valley
Where the wild Columbia runs
You could find him in a boxcar
Somewhere down the narrow gauge
Or in a jungle by the rail yard
Working for a hobo’s wage
He came at last to New York City
To the Bowery and the union hall
For a nickel, for a penny
Most times for nothing at all.
They called him a fellow traveler
Far and wide, he crossed the land
A friend to all, this constant rambler
And a hard travelin’ man