Song to Woody

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

Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song

'Bout a funny ol' 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

And the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many times more

I'm a-singin' you this song, but I can't sing enough

'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've 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've been hittin' some hard travelin' too