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