Bob Dylan Lyrics - Song to Woody Lyrics lyrics

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

Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.

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

'Bout a funny old 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

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

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

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