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