Song to Woody
Bob Dylan
I'm out here a 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 Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along Seems sick an' it's hungry it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's a dyin' an' it's hardly been born 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 things you done 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 I'm a-leavin' tomorroe 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