| Lyrics: | 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 an' 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 the things that you've
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-leaving' tomorrow, 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 |
