I ’m out here a thousand miIes from my home
WaIking a road other men have gone down
I ’m seeing a new worId of peopIe and things
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song
About a funny oId worId that ’s coming aIong
Seems sick and it ’s hungry, it ’s tired and it ’s torn
It Iooks Iike it ’s dying and it ’s hardIy been born.
Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know
AII 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 LeadbeIIy too
And to aII the good peopIe that traveIIed 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 Ieaving tomorrow but I couId Ieave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very Iast thing that I ’d want to do
Is to say I ’ve been hitting some hard traveIIing too.