I`m out here a thousand miles from my home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I`m seeing a new world of people and things
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that`s coming along
Seems sick and it`s hungry, it`s tired and it`s torn
It looks like it`s dying and it`s hardly been born.
Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know
All the things that I`m saying and a many times more
I`m singing you the song but I can`t you sing enough
`Cause there`s not many men that`ve done the things that you`ve done.
Here`s to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too
And to all the good people that travelled 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 leaving 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 hitting some hard travelling too.
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