Song To Woody Lyrics
Song to Woody - Bob Dylan
Im out here a thousand miles from my home
Walkin a road other men have gone down
Im seein your world of places and things
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings
Hey hey woody guthrie I wrote you a song
Bout a funny old world thats a-comin along
Sicky hungry its tired and its torn
Looks like its a-dyin and never been born
Hey hey woody guthrie but I know that you know
All the things Im a-sayin and many times more
Im a-singin every song but I cant sing enough
Cause theres not many men done the things
That you done
Heres to cisco and sonny and leadbelly too
And to all the good people that traveled with you
Heres to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind
Im a-leavin tomorrow but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that Id want to do
Is to say Id been hittin some hard travelin too