Song To Woody

1. I`m out here 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.

2. Hey,hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song,

`Bout a funny ol` world thats a-comin` along.

Seems sick an` it`s hungry, it`s tired an` it`s torn,

It looks like it`s a-dying an` it`s hardly been born.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. 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.