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1. I`m Aout here thousand miles E7from my Ahome, Dwalkin` a road A/C#other Bmmen have gone Adown. I`m seein` your world of Dpeople and Athings, your paupers and E7peasants and princes and Akings.
2. Hey,hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song, `Bout a funny ol` world thats a-comin` along. Seems sick an` it`s hungry, it`s tired an` it`s torn, It looks like it`s a-dying an` it`s hardly been born. 3. 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. 4. 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. 5. 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.