Song to Woody

I'm out here, a thousand miles from my home

I'm 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

About a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along

Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn

It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know

All the things that I'm sayin' an' 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 to Sonny and Leadbelly too

An' to all those 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