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 ol world that s a-comin along.
Seems sick an it s hungry
it s tired an it s torn
It looks like it s a-dyin an it s hardly been born.
Hey
Woody Guthrie
but I know that you know All the things that I m a-sayin an a-many times more.
I m a-singin you the song
but I can t sing enough
Cause there s not many men that done the things that you ve done.
Here s to Cisco an Sonny an Leadbelly too
An 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-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 hittin some hard travelin too.
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