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SONG TO WOODY (Words and Music by 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, 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. 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, 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' you the 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 an' Sonny an' Leadbelly 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. I'm a-leaving' 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. Copyright 1962, 1965 Duchess Music @folkmusic filename[ SNGWOODY JCM oct97 |
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