Song to Woody

Bob Dylan "Song To Woody"

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

Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

Hey hey woody guthrie i wrote you a song

'Bout a funny old world that's a-comin' along

Seems sick and it's hungry it's tired and it's torn

It looks like it's a-dyin' and it's hardly been born

Hey woody guthrie but i know that you know

All the things i'm a-sayin' and many times more

I'm a-singin' every song but i can't sing enough

Cause there's not many men done the things that you done

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 with the dust and are gone with the wind

I'm a-leavin' 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'd been hittin' some hard travelin' too