Song To Woody (Live)

Song To Woody (Live) - Bob Dylan

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 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