Song to Woody

I'm out here a thousand miles from my home

Walking a road other men have gone down

I'm seeing a new world of people and things

Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings

Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song

About a funny old world that's coming along

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

It looks like it's dying and it's hardly been born

Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know

All the things that I'm saying and a many times more

I'm singing you the song but I can't you sing enough

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

Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too

And to all the good people that travelled 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 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 hitting some hard travelling too