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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 comin' along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's dyin' and it's hardly been born Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things I'm sayin' and many times more I'm 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