Song To Woody
I'm out here a thousand miles from my homeWalking a road other men have gone downI'm seeing a new world of people and thingsHear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a songAbout a funny old world that's coming alongSeems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's tornIt looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born.
Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you knowAll the things that I'm saying and a many times moreI'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 tooAnd to all the good people that travelled with youHere's to the hearts and the hands of the menThat come with the dust and are gone with the wind.
I'm leaving tomorrow but I could leave todaySomewhere down the road somedayThe very last thing that I'd want to doIs to say I've been hitting some hard travelling too.