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I'm Aout here a thousand miE7les from my Ahome DWalkin' a rA/C#oad other Bmmen have gone Adown I'm seein' your world of Dpeople and Athings Your paupers and E7peasants and princes and Akings
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 and 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 things you 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-leavin' tomorroe, 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