Verse 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 Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along Sick an' it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn Looks like it's a dyin' an' it's hardly been born Verse Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a sayin' an' a-many times more I'm a-singin' this song, but I can't sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that done things you done Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Lead belly too An' 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 Verse 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've been hittin' some hard travelin' too