Lyric Song To Woody

(first release¡ºbob 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
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.