There's mountains in the rocky west that stand above us strong,
And waves that rush on sandy shores where only wrecks belong,
Men who lift a thousand pounds and build up great stone walls,
And highways stretchin' from Mexico to the hills of old Saint Paul.But there's one whose words are strong enough to change the seasons 'round,
That ragamuffin minstrel boy from a little ol' minin' town.Standin' on a high wire three days at a time,
Cannot match that minstrel and his haunting sense of rhyme.
Tunnels pass through solid rock and under salty bays,
But his tunes will still blow in the wind when the tunnel wall decays.His leaves will still hang bright and green when the rest have all turned brown,
That ragamuffin minstrel boy from a little ol' minin' town.He's walked down the backroad and through the velvet walls,
And he's walked beside the poor man when he heard those helpless calls.
Blind eyes have been opened and deaf ears now can hear
From the words that he's sung out over lands far and near.When all comrades lay down their hand, you'll find him with the crown,
That ragamuffin minstrel boy from a little ol' minin' town.