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Song To Woody - BOB DYLAN |
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Im out here a thousand miles from my home Walking a road other men have gone down Im seeing a new world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song About a funny old world thats coming along Seems sick and its hungry, its tired and its torn It looks like its dying and its hardly been born. Hey Woody Guthrie but I know that you know All the things that Im saying and a many times more Im singing you the song but I cant you sing enough Cause theres not many men thatve done the things that youve done. Heres to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too And to all the good people that travelled with you Heres to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind. Im leaving tomorrow but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that Id want to do Is to say Ive been hitting some hard travelling too. |
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