Song To Woody - Bob Dylan
    I'm out here a thousand miles from my home

    Walkin' a road other men have gone down
    I'm seein' your world of people and things
    Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings

    Hey hey woody guthrie, I wrote you a song
    'Bout a funny old world that's a comin' along
    Seems sick and it's hungry; it's tired and it's torn
    It looks like it's a-dyin' and it's hardly been born

    Hey woody guthrie, but I know that you know
    All the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many times more
    I'm a-singin' ya this song, but I can't sing enough
    Cause there's not many people done the things that you've done

    Here's to Cisco an' Sonny and Leadbelly too,
    And to all the good people that traveled with you.
    Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
    That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

    I'm a-leavin' tomorrow, but I could leave today,
    Somewhere down the road someday.
    The very last thing that I'd want to do
    Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too.


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