Song To Woody

[Verse 1] I’m out here a thousand miles from my home Walking a road other men have gone down I’m seeing your world of people and things Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings [Verse 2] Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song About a funny old world that’s a-coming along Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn It looks like it’s a-dying and it’s hardly been born [Verse 3] Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I’m a-saying an a-many times more I’m a-singing you the song, but I can’t sing enough Because there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done [Verse 4] Here’s to Cisco and 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 [Verse 5] 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 hitting some hard traveling too