Song To Woody
Bob Dylan
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

Hey,hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote You a song
`bout 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

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that You know
All the things that I?m a-saying, and a-many times more
I?m a singing 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 and Sonny, and Leadbelly too,
And to all the good people that travelled with You
Here`s to the heats and the hands of the men
That came with the dust and are gone with the wind

I?m a leaving tomorrow, but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road some day
The very last that I?d want You to do
Is to say I?ve been hittin`some hard travellin?to

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Thanks to Per-Arne Klasson for submitting these lyrics.