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 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 thats a-coming along

Seems sick and its hungry its tired and its torn

It looks like its a-dyin and its hardly been born

Hey woody guthrie but I know that you know

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

I'm a-singing every song but I can't 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

I'm 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 traveling too