Song to Woody （Live Version） - 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 cant 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.
