(First release'”Bob Dylan)
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.
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