Song to Woody

[Verse 1] I'm out here a thousand miles from my home I'm 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 dying and it's a-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 this 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 [Outro] With dust and are gone with the wind