Bob Dylan - Song to woody

^GI'm out here a thousand ^D/F#miles from my ^Ghome ^CWalkin' a ^Groad other ^Dmen have gone ^Gdown ^GI'm seein' your world of ^D/F#people and ^Gthings ^GYour paupers and peasants and ^Dprincess and ^Gkings

^GHey hey Woody Guthrie I ^D/F#wrote you a ^Gsong ^C'Bout a funny old ^Gworld that's ^Dcomin' ^Galong ^GSeems sick it's hungry, it's ^D/F#tired and it's ^Gtorn ^GIt looks like it's a-dyin' and it's ^Dhardly been ^Gborn

^GHey hey Woody Guthrie but I ^D/F#know that you ^Gknow ^CAll the things that I'm ^Gsayin' and a ^Dmany times ^Gmore ^GI'm singin' you this ^D/F#song, but I can't sing ^Genough ^G'Cause there's not many men that done the ^Dthings that you ^Gdone

^GHere's to Cisco and Sonny and ^D/F#Leadbelly ^Gtoo ^CAnd to all the good ^Gpeople that ^Dtraveled with ^Gyou ^GHere's to the ^D/F#hearts and the hands of the ^Gmen ^GThat come with the dust and are ^Dgone with the ^Gwind

^GI'm leavin' tomorrow but I ^D/F#could leave ^Gtoday ^CSomewhere ^Gdown the ^Droad ^Gsomeday ^GThe very last ^D/F#thing that I'd want to ^Gdo ^GIs to say I've been hittin' some ^Dhard travelin' ^Gtoo